Poetry: Unspoken

Shad0r

As always constructive comments welcome.

Unspoken

Two long wet moving shapes,
Shadows drawn from closed drapes,
From wall to wall and place to place,
Sex is smelt from their embrace…

Tenderly comes the beast with two backs,
Gently it holds out, waiting for climax,
Until this creature is one beast no longer,
Now two people, with bonds much stronger…

Now they are joined by grey, not pink matter,
A connection that will with hope not shatter,
The fragility of unspoken love put to a test,
Should it crumble and fall?
Should it just join all the rest?

Or will its course stay straight and true,
Will it surprise and last, shining through,
Time, courage, patience and strength,
In this imperfect world,
To her his unspoken love is sent…

hippu

this poem is fukn great!- probly one of the best ive seen on this forum place, wonderfull images and rhythm and form its really atmospheric too

Battlesnake

Great poem Shad, really moved me
Hippu is right, there is an atmosphere. . . . .a very sexy atmosphere!

Shad0r

forgot all about having posted this up.

Thanks for the support guys.

methos

Deep Water thought
Ripples on clear water, the current drives
forward heading out to sea. Fishermen stand
with lines centred on the fish swimming on
the crest of the waves. I switch towns and
new scenes flourish before eyes that have
seen wondrous sights in this land on mine.
So I sit with the water on ether side one
calm and the other with the current flowing
and I wonder am I drifting.

Drifting along this life’s currents with
lines entangled in this mind so deep. Do
I sink no for there is a willingness to float
along choosing the course of my life’s passage.
Yet am I waiting like a frightened young
Seagull trying to take it first steps into the
Water? Still reality strikes for I observe
the beautiful all around strutting their
stuff. Ah some things never change
do they lad.