If beauty is found in the eyes of the beholder,
Does then that beauty become the warden?
I gazed about my immediate environment
Finding these surrounds more an impediment
To what, where I needed myself to be
I needed to escape, unbound to feel released
This was everything I didn’t expect or want
And then the universe smiled some what
When fire tips danced in her reflecting eyes
The ambient sound became completely quite
Like when a hunter finds the prey about
I could feel the thunder in my heart grow
In both excited pace and its own echoes
My perception became affixed to hers
Faster than the speed of sound moves
I became far removed, in her hypnotic stare
A willing prisoner beset by my own heart
As it became swept away from me to her
Feeling discovered, as if for the first time
The way a virgin extenuates that first climax
Emotionally draining yet completely intoxicating
Enjoying the climb as much as the fearless fall
In the end breathless, trembling unable to talk
And then, my body renews its most innate thirst
For another journey, another immediate venture
Searching for that newfound favored flavor- hers
Even my lips quivered in anticipation, and gasps
That inner fire in my soul grew even higher- hotter
My back felt the sting of sweat in her claw marks
Each drop became a painfully sweet tingling
How she dangled me betwixt heaven and hell
My soul in peril but my desires…quenched
Poet of the Light © 2018
