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Sensitive Skin

My skin has become more sensitive lately.
A poke turns into a bruise
Overall, I am sensitive to the touch.
In much similarity, and probably no surprise,
I feel my heart has become like my skin.
Disappointment, that would in any other circumstance not be such a big deal, really hurt me.
A gentle tap on the shoulder evokes pain
A cancelled lunch date evokes pain
Could hitting emotional rock bottom leave you vulnerable to external stimuli?
My sense of touch has become so heightened as has my sense of self
I am sad at more things
More things make me cry
It is as if at any moment my eyes could cry for hours
A slight emotional shift and they will fall
From a song on the radio
A commercial on TV
A disappointment – a green light for a flood of unwanted sadness
Is it possible for this new extreme sensitivity to manifest itself in form of my skin?
I guess eventually all things rise to the surface.

Enchanted

Undress me from my guilded clothes
And robe me in a glassy purple
The delirious forest awaits us
As do the Kings and Gypsy thieves

There’s pirate blood within my veins,
Totalitarian red in yours,
So take my hand, that we may conquer
The translucent black head on
Wake me from the fire’s trance
And use your eyes to speak
Untie my shoes and slip on my sandals
Walk me through this perpetual space

Guard me from the seductive smell
Emitted by the intoxicating gerbera
Whose hands, like ghostly smoke,
Reach into my chest and ravish my air
Let me breath you in instead
Let me inhale your sweet, enriching smell

Together we have gained enchantment
Through the blending sound of our hearts
We have evoked Love, and Time has ordained us
To be the King and Queen of Fate
A crown of topaz, rubies and opals
Enlightens the wisest philosopher
We hold such magic, beauty and power
Because our union is a pure bond.


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