Monday, June 29, 2015

Lamenting or Self Pity

Glistening eyes wide as happiness
spread up from my toes.
Raced through my legs, heart, beyond and left
a trail of bumps, butterflies, smiles.

Frustrating, fleeting flashes to a time when warmth
spread fully to my breasts and fingertips.
Gasping, glaringly grand moments strung together
in a series of ever growing distance.
Desperate now to feel that tingling, teasing heat
once, at least completely.
Experience and maturity snatch and siphon
tiny degrees of bliss a year at a time.

No comments:

Post a Comment