Odysseus_own Poetry (5)

Touch your face.
Eyes are making love.
With a mind of their own.
Fingers glide to your lips
Limp, they ever so lightly,
Brush that full pouting lower lip.
Relaxed, it moves like
A Force come over it.
So light, all you could feel
Was your lip moving.
easy. slow.
when its over, it recoils back
To where it was.

You dont know if these
Seconds
Are minutes.

Sunny skies.
Clear and vibrant.
Life will soon return.
Born of water, gleam of green.

The gloom is necessary.
Life without death,
Is non existent.

Wouldnt know one,
Without the other.
A beauty of life.

Many life tales have i written.
All of wisdom and adventure.
I tell you now of a place,
Of my adolescence.

Barren and abandoned.
Blasted landscape,
Crumbled buildings.
Stunk of unnatural death.

Time did not exist there.
No one dared set foot in that place.
Crafted means to kill populace,
long ago.

It was perfect.
No life, no authority.
Where vigilance ruled.
Where the spirit of man,
Was observed in full.

It claimed my life.
Damned to that hell,
Though we were wiped clean,
from the earth.

Come.
listen while i melt your ear.
Like sweet honey down your neck.
Pooling on clavicle.
Dripping down bosom and chest

Sultry thick steam.
Passion,
the spark igniting the fog.
Uncontrollable.
Chain reaction.
unstoppable.

No anxiety.
Silence of mind.
No thought, just action.
Lust.
Love.
Everything that has been,
And will be.

Ten long years,
Since i knew where i wasn't.
Since the plan was foiled.
Since instance swallowed me.

I don't know where i am.
I live and fight every day,
to get back to, i dont know where.
Its not here.

Solitude at sea. I love the peace.
But the silence makes ears bleed.
Strife is sacred. Effort, it's brother.