Sudden Impact Poem by Den Dooven Diederik

The old elm beams
The wind whispers in buried tongues
In the tomb, bones creak under the weight of centuries
Starlight weaves silver splinters
Dreams cling to the marble
Statue face their fair lies
Words that no longer sting

Her hand glides over time
She touches stones that were once warm
Strokes the moss, like escaping memory
She quietly laughs at names carved and erased
Her steps awaken the grass
Tears rest in her stride

I explore her silhouette
Trace my fingers along the contours
Caress the depths of emerging lust
I strip her of the shadows of her clothing
And take her in a surge of my thoughts
Moist delectation overtakes her
As she moans to climax
On the edges of my furor

Her voice roughly awakens me from my delusion
The old elms weep
The wind whispers freshly in buried tongues
We stand on the threshold of the graveyard
The cold earth and the chilling stars
Bring me back to the now
The image retreats
I let myself walk
With her in my arms
An intimate presence in the gray
Under a sky that is not mine