Longing

I drift in sleep, slip between what was, what is and what will be.
The perfumed kiss of lips, stimulating taut skin.
A longing, an instilled ache from your words.
Ashes of demons, delicate fingers on my torso.

I watch her burn, as all will that challenge you.
The smell of rain perforates my nasal passage,
I breathe deep and hard for with you I am fused adrenaline.
I watch you dress in the half light of morning.

Shifting brilliance, a drawing of blood to the surface.
You make me forget the basics, how to stand, how to speak.
Purest snow you walk atop without a footprint rendered.
Are you real? As real as my need for you to be.

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~ by Paul McGovern on July 2, 2011.

2 Responses to “Longing”

  1. ‘I breathe deep and hard for with you I am fused adrenaline.’
    Wow. Such conviction in this line. It’s very powerful.

    ‘You make me forget the basics, how to stand, how to speak.’ Such unabashed clarity in this line. I love it.

    ‘Are you real? As real as my need for you to be.’ This closing line is just wonderful. As real as my need for you to be…I keep listening to that over and over in my head. Beautiful.

    A longing, a melancholy silent cry, a pensive dream like state, a need. That’s how this poem spoke to me.

  2. Lord Paul…
    The words in this piece just pierce me through. I am a definite slave to longing and feel it here as though it were my own.
    You’ve captured absolutely, that limbo time in dreaming where ambiguity descends between the time that a dream is forgotten and the struggle to grasp a reality assumes.

    Melancholy beauty that bends to wistful acceptance of what is and what might never be.

    ‘Purest snow, you walk atop without a footprint rendered.’

    Lovely.

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