You Know You Want It
he says, moving over me,
an avalanche,
omnipotent.
I am rooted there, branches
splayed, trembling like the leaves
exposed to the wind by
Winter’s lusty intrusion.
His eyes burn,
so cold my body feels the heat.
He moves like an icy wave,
tearing away my bark and leaving
bare flesh exposed to his gaze,
his touch. His snow accumulates
and intensifies,
holding me captive,
invading my hollows,
my crevices, my limbs.
Struggling for breath,
searching for light,
clutching for water—
he perverts my need,
and I taste him,
ice seeping from my roots
through my veins.
He rushes over and around
and under and through me
and I am lost
beneath him,
my leaves impermissibly
wrenched away,
pieces of me left
with him, in him
as he drowns me,
freezes me,
and rolls away.
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Baring My Soul (poetry)
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I've written over the years, some of them are free verse and some rhyme. The inspiration for the poems varies, but most center around some aspect of love, whether it be the joy and the pain of young love or the lov...
