An untitled poem

[jora]

Avelon is making me post this because he thinks it rocks... -rocks out on the air guitar!- ....so...yeah....bamSIS!

The story I tell, is a labyrinth of thoughts...
Watch me close, my dearest, slip into my world....
The further you follow, the further you open yourself unto me...
Flooding me...
I know your dreams...
I know your desires...
What you lay awake wanting...fearing...

You have no secrets from me...

Slip even further, my dearest, sink into my soothing warmth...
Feel me closer...
A stinging breath against your neck...
I am there with you...
Opening your hidden doors...

You cannot guard against me...

Slowly drown within my enticing waves...
Hush, my dearest, voices are not needed...
My warmth consumes you...
We remain together, undivided...

You are mine.

[Avelon]

I really do like this poem quite a lot. As I said to her on MSN: Free verse is like abstract art. There's a splatter of paint on a canvas, and then there's Picasso. This poem is thought provoking. Metaphors abound.

There's something of a dark tone to it, though it is not dark. It is seductive without being sexual...

The only direct comment I have is that although the poem itself does not actually tell a story, I find there is a story to be told that the poem brings out of my imagination. I imagine that it will do the same for other readers who give it serious thought. =)

[Zade]

I too like it quite a bit. Very nice imagery and feel. You really make the reader feel entraced by the speaker.
Excelent work.

[jora]

Thanks! Wow...what cashews and late nights do to the brain!