i can see the muscles strain on your
back when you lay alongside me, they
look like rib cages and i lay there too
and envisage that when you sleep i could
reach in as a spirit and seize your heart
and feel it pulsing in my palm.
it would tickle my fingertips and
send waves up my arms to my brain and
my backbone would quiver, overpowered
with ache. i would inhale deeply making
your heart in sync with my notions
i would be able to control the flow of
your blood, i could smother it and
clutch it so tight that it swells. i would imagine
that it inflated so because you were dreaming
of me clutching your heart.
Provocative, but an incredibly detailed description of becoming one with another. The words flow quickly and efficiently, capturing the effortlessness that went into creating this poem. The title, 'clutching, ' really paints the scene and your narrative acts it out. Well done.
Like I mentioned earlier about the twilight zone....erogenous zone....whatever.....under the circumstances, concealed thoughts are less frightening.... Cheers. Subroto
good writer, , you r.. continue.. write brighter
it's good, straight to the point, very descriptive and powerful emotions, i almost felt someone clutching my heart by the time i've finished, good write x
i would inhale deeply making your heart in sync with my notions what a flowing dream, what a winding expression :)
You dont beat about the bush in your poems. This one is very intense- I would even say metaphysical if I understand the word properly.Thanks for letting me in to your treasury and you would be welcome in mine. Just click on the door.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Raunchy to say the least Chloe, but very well written. Warmly, Jerry