I am not overt
even when good green absinthe is poured over
a sugar cube
the silver tongs holding
sweetness just.
I am not overt
will not tell you of my sinning urge to
strip you dear of clothing and chew
the very mercy from you
beneath my aching layers
where frill and fancy and the soft cotton of
longing
lie on top of one another, spilling over
in quiet crescendo.
I’m not overt
as you bend toward sunlight, creating a halo of
light beneath your breasts and I see
the coffee cream and the glory of
all that I have ever desired
drawn in chafed clamor.
With reddened mouths, we
empty our aching into indigo rivers
for to release them
and become that thing of wanting
does not possess a language sufficient.
If it did, I fear I would
spend decades
describing what it feels like
to surrender to you, feel the rounding
of dark silver, begin to etch my spine
its crescent capture, a moon within my
shuddering limbs
as we cascade over the other
swimming like night swans
oblivious to the beckon of dawn.
I fear, should it be translated
my throaty cries will be colors without
meaning, a lake of pleasure, where finding you
I sink beneath, without need of air
your fingers playing me
like a waterlogged flute
for the merfolk who surely have
no rest in their abandon.
It is my greatest secret
that you own my heart and I
supplicate myself in yours, with the
rosy thirst of a child seeking measure
I find myself in the echo of you
your fingers deep in me, striking urgent note
sonorous and defeating sound
together we listen to the rabbit stitch beat
of our hearts, pressed in uttered motion
as you enter my blood and I
absorb a little more of you
as suppliant as a beggar for your
nectar.
I fear should you ever not exist
the part of me wedded to you in between
the trees and through time would
perish like starlight.
For only you bid this girl
alive like ancient wood-maker, setting finish
the sound of us, abseiling into the other, our
wordless joy, limbs bound, skin hot to touch
this thimble of love vibrating its frequency
out to lighthouses and beyond.
Lost from you, I would be no more than
a figment of what was, tortured by
recollection, denied the warm sustaining of
your cherished arms about me.
I am not overt
yet if I were, I should
spill like a warm wax, the seal of you
pressing permanently into my epidermis
a shape of longing and need
where mouths are elongated into song
throats flung back in instrument.
You inhabit me, as I reach for you
cresting waves, growing barefoot dance
a chant in time with quickening pulse
your eyes black in half moon shade
swish of violent love, simmering damp and lush
I release to the witching smell of your
skin surrounding us like points of
flame in absolute blackness
rising up, exhausting their burn
falling down to rise again ever
defiant and pleasured
by the anonymity of their
evoking spectacle
as if I were alive
only in that moment
when you struck me
bright with sulphur
the sabotage of my sanity
given willingly for one
such devoured
moment.
Brilliant 🖤
Thank you so much Little Charmer ❤️
You’re so welcome my friend 🖤
I appreciate YOU
You have a way with words. 🙂
You definitely know how to describe passion, at its finest level!
Thank you dear Romantic ❤️
Glorious ❤❤❤
❤️
I’m in awe!
I rendered him speechless!! Tee hee
[giggles] Yes, indeed!
You really made me laugh! 🙂 xo
A good laugh is excellent medicine for whatever ails us.
Omg you’re so good at this! That is EXACTLY how I’m feeling, exploring a new relationship… you’re amazing 🙏🏼❤️ G
THERE YOU ARE! How are you? I miss you. I am sending you love. Did you hear about SMITTEN winning the finalist award? If you send me your physical addy I can send you a sticker with the award on to put with your copy of SMITTEN. Anyway … it’s so good to hear from you I would love an email to hear more about how you are doing. In case it went missing (hint hint!) my email is candicelouisa@rocketmail.com – do write if you have a chance xxx sending you lots of love and thank you so much I was happy with this one
Thanks darlin 😊🌈❤️
I will email indeed
Massive congrats on winning an award: SO DESERVED 🙏🏼
Yes, been a bit absent here- have had a terrible ongoing draining break up… I’ll email xxx
please do friend
and CONGRATS on the new relationship btw my friend! Very happy to hear this!
This lush poem is bittersweet indulgence when the plague continues to limit me and the object of my desire to stolen, outdoor, socially distant hours once every month or so. Talk about overt and its opposite; with our masks on, she and I hug for fifteen minutes and it’s like standing in a waterfall of words just like these… Sigh.
Dearest Sun, thank you my friend. I admire your poetry so much as you know, that if you like anything of mine, I feel I must have done something very right. You are on an entirely different level to most writers here. I mean that as a really positive thing and a compliment that is born of truth. It must be TERRIBLY difficult for you sweetheart but I do so hope this will change and you will be able to be with them much, much longer.
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TheFeatheredSleep – A surrendering to Desire
This. Is. Poetry. I’m swooning. Poetry to fall in love with. Oh my heart! My heart… and other places within me. I am in absolute love. No doubt about that. 💕 You are truly wonderful, Desert Poetess.
Now if the desert could reach the tundra and you weren’t so far away …. I’d give you a giant hug for being so supportive. Words do not express my appreciation for you my friend. You cheer me on. As I hope to always do to you. ❤️
I suppose in the end, only air and water separate us… and what are THEY in the whole scheme of things? Mere means of movement and breath. The birth of life and love. As such, I accept your virtual hugs and send many right back to you. 😌💕
I think true friendship has no divide I feel that with you and am so glad I do
Yes, very much so 💕
A marvelous work of art❤️thank you for sharing.
Thank you so much dearest Chloe 💘
As beautiful as it is passionate (and even a touch erotic if I may say so). Lovely Candice.
I’m glad you picked up on the eroticism it was definitely there! Thank you so much my dear friend 💕
So deeply, overtly, eroitc.
OMG to experience that rush of love and passion in your writing is amazing. If I were in your presence, I believe I would faint from it! In a good way, that is! ❤ Absolutely wonderful, Candice!
❤️ thank you so much for your encouraging words my friend!
The poem is divine!
Oh dear Kally thank you so much!
I can’t stop coming back to read this. ❤
Tee hee 🙂 xo
Your writing is as fiercely sublime as ever, and the picture is the perfect accompaniment. I loved everything about this!
Thank you so much my friend – I really appreciate you reading this and reading me & your support – thank you!
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Thank you so much my friend so much