as you
inside
a room of many doors.
azure horizon over deadblue sea, storm clouds welling in drowning slowly
charcoal black ignited embers defending their perimeters until it burns through
sweetly green sprouts crisping in the light waiting to be chewed in succulence
supernova burst of prickling cold dripping into veins contracting
drums beating in synchronicity adding the chaos of mind
sticky deluge of blood flooding out coating the walls in iron taste
gasping sweet wet noises, supple skin yielding to nails scraping tender flakes
blisterfilled fingers grasping a pen, rasping against dry paper
if me
then
all I am
a room of many doors
they all
lead to me
Strange how a poem effortlessly opens the doors of perception into a world of colours, smells, tastes and sounds. The image of a beautiful relationship. :) Sensational saturation!
ReplyDeleteGreat that I can saturate you, I always try hard...
DeleteNow this one really is confusing It is really beautiful and I live the word usage in this poem heck I love all the word usage in your poems and pillow talk but can you tell me what was your idea for this one if you don't mind me asking?????
ReplyDeleteI was using the idea of my mind as doors that open to memories of short moments I have lived through, and as such all my memories define me as a person.
DeleteOH WOW when I read poems the words always amaze me and when a person explains what the poem iabout from there point (since of course the wrote it) it amazes me because some poems can almost never make sense so I always find it fascinating what a writer means
Deletereading the poem again now I understand it alot more like some of it is bad memories almost as if you could be writing these memories what I thought it mean't was opening doors (not literally opening doors) but something like that
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