Dark Muse
12-10-2014, 12:39 AM
The Floating World
Entwined amid a chaos
of sheets, we struggle
to untie our limbs from
these Gordian knots,
with strangled breath I ask,
"Why must this end?"
The farther we pull away
insistently it refuses to bend.
Our bodies create
galaxies, your hands
divining new orbits
across the planes of my
wanting flesh, this is the
floating world we dissolve into,
only fleetingly I gasp for air
gulping it in with the taste of you.
Ecstatically we flail together,
laughing at fumbling imperfections,
love is beautiful because of
its seamless flaws,
at its best when felt raw
unscripted, full of land mines.
With your Mephistophelian smile
your tongue runs across my fault lines.
You lie there within smoke rings
while I am still a Picassoian mess
strewn about you, ungainly, but
you are such a Rembrandt,
studious in somber hues,
yet there are Van Gogh skies
(a secret conveyed only through our fingers)
lurking just behind your unwavering eyes.
Entwined amid a chaos
of sheets, we struggle
to untie our limbs from
these Gordian knots,
with strangled breath I ask,
"Why must this end?"
The farther we pull away
insistently it refuses to bend.
Our bodies create
galaxies, your hands
divining new orbits
across the planes of my
wanting flesh, this is the
floating world we dissolve into,
only fleetingly I gasp for air
gulping it in with the taste of you.
Ecstatically we flail together,
laughing at fumbling imperfections,
love is beautiful because of
its seamless flaws,
at its best when felt raw
unscripted, full of land mines.
With your Mephistophelian smile
your tongue runs across my fault lines.
You lie there within smoke rings
while I am still a Picassoian mess
strewn about you, ungainly, but
you are such a Rembrandt,
studious in somber hues,
yet there are Van Gogh skies
(a secret conveyed only through our fingers)
lurking just behind your unwavering eyes.