Seventh Sense

She loves him, and yet
in the darkest pools of despair
she trembles fawnlike
in the glare of
Midnight expresses
hurtling, a thousand lights,
bursting into the
cavernous tunnel.
She feels trapped,
urgency snapping at her heels;
he desires to heal
and if there is a cure,
if surety is a manner
that calms and staves,
why won't the wild beast
that resides, cave in?
It is conscience fighting,
she knows in that perceived
sense she has and
smells danger, lurking;
how she craves a murky past,
the imp inside
smiles while she dips her tongue
to touch, just lightly at the
corner of her mouth.
She can taste it, foreign
yet familiar, the seventh sense
the one who knows.
She loves him but
in the splintered side of her
she flinches at such thoughts.
Possessions are easily broken
and untamable spirits choked
but oh, delicious temptation
causes such sensation
and she likes it,
surprises him with a glint,
he hits flint and lights a flare
and she'll stare, longing
yet never quite belonging.
Not two halves but each a whole
and wholely desiring each other.




Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-08-07 at 07:46

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Sid Gardner
Love and intimacy is a trinity Elle.You need fuel to burn, a spark to light the fire and oxygen to sustain the heat produced. You have captured the fire and intensity intensity of deep human feeling here in your beautiful writing.Thank you for sharing with us.
Sid.
2009-08-09


Kee Zealy The PoetBay support member heart!
Sex is a part of intimacy but far from fulfillment. You can sate the immediate hunger, but not provide solidarity to make the two one. Fire burns hot, but inevitably burns out. I like this a lot
2009-08-08


Rob Graber
"...longing / yet never quite belonging": I call that a superb turn of phrase. Effective exploration of ambivalence!
2009-08-07


Brian Oarr
There's a reason I enjoy so much reading good female poets like yourself, Elle. This poem is a perfect example. A man could never write anything close to the emotive beauty it contains. I am visiting a foreign land, one so sensual and emotive. Thank you for the invite into your thoughts.

Brian
2009-08-07


melanie sue
ah, tantalizing temptation kept at bay-
my 7th sense tells me it should stay that way. :)

Nice poetics so pleasant to read. sweet!
2009-08-07