I was feeling particularly effeminate after sex and decided to write about it. See if you get the jist of it (oh yeah, I think that was some news. BJ got laid. There's hope for all of you)
let us pray
a breath between us
suspended in time
bridges our souls
come closer
your mouth my sanctuary
it tastes of ***less divinity
of angels without wings
and rainbows in dark corners
I search it for answers
will you bathe me, in my ignorance?
my dirty incompetence laid before you?
upon your altar of marble skin?
Your mouth is my confessional
my tongue is the penitant,
searching for forgiveness
I gasp into you my act of contrition
you answer with breaths
that stutter scriptures,
hymns sung to the beats
of our hearts' duet
fingers interlaced we pray
and sing our requiem for innocence
its bittersweet departure our scarlet letter
gone to heaven upon flittering wings of white satin
I enter you, moaning my soft aria
your refrain heaven's trumpet
playing as we sway in our spiritual dance
and eat our forbidden fruits with trembling hands
upon this table of sinful linen,
we unite in our blasphemy
I hold you close, my frail ***dess
encompassing you with my inpurity
our hymn crescendoes
racing alongside our hearts' duet
towards a hellish Galilee
we collapse into eachother
Your visage hovers before me,
an ethereal mist, of gossamer and dreams
your eyes overtake me as our lips meet
and I drown in your Pandemonial Paradise
Salve, Salvation. Hosanna
It must of been beatuiful. Nice poem man.
It was pretty good, for a free-verse poem, very literate, very... Intelligent? I like it. 7/10
yeah I hate free verse, so it was difficult
You should post more of your poems. :)
I have a reputation as an uncultured, pompous dickhead to keep!
Sigh... fine, be that way.