My wild beautiful thing
wraps me up in silken dreams.
Coils me tightly between his skin
moves the red earth that lies within.
With no soudly exchange or soliloque,
he can thoroughly shuffle my soul you see?
and that silence makes me free.

Yet...

Venomously I hold this dreamer of dreams tightly abreast
Evoking vapor through the trilllion dewey pores that cover his copper armored chest
That blistering poson that my reason for inhilation,
it weakens my skin like the forrest morning floor of new clean rains annihilation.


It aches to be in love and it aches to be out of love. That's the tone of this poem. It's a reminder to be that even in the worst and best of situations there is always the yang to the yen. "Yet..." signals to the reader that WHAMO here comes the balance. As great as it is to always feel great, you need the terrible to appreciate the great. This poem revels in that. It grits it's teeth on that truth.

hope you enjoyed it. xo-Grace