Ingenious depths

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Eager fear of raw inquisitiveness

On a slippery slope beyond imaginary

It feels humid almost muddied

Uncomfortable yet so exciting

Still I cannot see as I’m encompassed

The cloak of darkness heightens everything

My heart shudders in a set of secrets

Almost as if, I’m in and out of conscious

Certain pressure wrapping most eagerly

My inveigle mind venturing ever plodded

My fingertips slip grasping for wet, silky- firmly

I feel afire and growing evermore thirsty

I want to speak loud but only whisper faintly

Only to have those airy words return upon me

And their currents fuels better yet me, the embers

I degust the flavors of your scent, your essence

Oh love! how I love exploring you all so….blindly

Poet of the Light © 2019

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email me if you wish. poetofthelight5@gmail.com If you chose to attack me, I reserve the right to presume you don't exist and unworthy of a retort, or I may just write you and your ignorance out of my mind. ;-) Truth be told~ I’ve no idea what kind of writer or poet I am, how good or how bad really. In this day and age it seems, we sometimes get likes (feel obligated) because we liked someone work/art or message. I’m not keen to that concept, albeit I understand others might be trying to be supportive- within that gray area so as not to seem critical, to someone they perceive as a lessor learner. I tend to write from past experiences, (not all my own) and some are even new drafts of old versions of writes from a more modern view/voice or understanding. I enjoy being a tad provocative in the sense of stirring up ones emotions. I oft dismiss the mechanics because they tend to hinder realities honest and authentic voices conveying a truth, even if but their own. Reminding others in my message what having a loss feels like, traversing as a frail vessel adrift at on a sea of bitterness- alone or a new love acquired, and usually from a childish perspective. All writers have goals and many have entrenched agenda’s but for me, I have the need to write. Everything I write comes from my heart. I share them here, amongst those who might relate, might appreciate what is my style, my tone, my tragedy, my perspective, my naked vulnerability as whispers- from the scars on my heart. I like to think of myself as a high-wire balancing ambivert that can slip one way or another on the stretched tether of my heart whereas poetry serves as my balancing rod. Thank you for reading and your visit. Perhaps we will dance like love birds, to the same intertwining music as we delve in cryptic words on inked pages during our life's…song?

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25 thoughts on “Ingenious depths”

      9. Sensations wash over me
        Filling my thoughts
        Captured fascination
        Lust
        Drawing it out
        Tortured
        Sensual tease

        Binding my wants
        Sadistic frenzy
        Tender but greedy
        Arousal and plead
        The ocean calling to me

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