Death Knell

misty marina_edited-1This morning I awoke with hope
Tentative, confused, yet all was possible
Still sorting out attitudes, the oughts, the shoulds
Needing to know more.

But not that
Not the death of hope
Not the final killing blow
Not the end of my world.

I have lost so much
There should be no surprise
That a passion so rare and elusive
Should be ripped from my heart.

You eased into your news
tried to lessen the shock
Divulged a few details the other day
Finished it off today.

You have been so sweet
Right from day one
And today was no different
Softly and gently killing my soul.

The central premise of my universe
Has vanished – a tectonic shift
Now nothing holds my world together
Without you – I will reach out to emptiness.

Grieving the death of what could have been
Pain profound a bottomless pit
I simply don’t want to “be”.
I want to go to sleep and never waken.

 

original poetry by the Spirit of the Goddess Minerva  April 2, 2014 (c)

Being Real: When Hyperbole and Life Intersect

Sometimes hyperbole tells the tale best of all.  I sincerely hope to get some feedback on this one.  thanks!

Being Real

– When Hyperbole and Life Intersect

Overwhelmed by a single thought
Unexpected.
Triggered by sweet words read on some site I don’t recall
A punch to my chest

A  shawl knit of sorrow draped around my shoulders
A vacuum sucks the air from my lungs
This sudden longing for you
a craving sharp and fierce

If I can’t touch you how can I live
and navigate my days?
Never feel you?  Never kiss you?
Never hold you in my arms?

The sands of regret
weigh me down and clog my breath
I am blinded to life’s beauty
We will never be together

Some Moments

And then there are the moments
when I think I’ll die from wanting you.
Much more than physical craving
I am blindsided.

Overtaken by this powerful storm
that smashes carefully constructed defenses,
set in place to ward off
inevitably disappointing outcomes.

Does this become at best an exercise
To stretch my imagination?
Conjuring up wordforms
that express my love and desire of you ?

Even that marks certain failure
For as deft as my pen may be
As varied as the words
There are none existing adequate for my purpose.

When I Close My Eyes

A thousand times or more I have closed my eyes
and felt your lips on mine
softly brushing, parting, tasting
probing, merging.

A thousand times or more I have lifted my arms
to encircle and embrace your welcoming body
and thrilled to your gentle caresses
stroking, kneading, exploring, finding.

A thousand times or more I have taken you into my mouth
and made exquisite love to you
with lips and tongue –
sucking, tasting, savoring.

A thousand times or more I have opened to your
hard and forceful thrust
bordering on ecstasy with each movement
striving, surrendering,  flying.

Wanting every inch of you
Dying to ride you into oblivion
to feel you fill me completely
while we soar to heights unimagined.

(c) 2014 The Spirit of the Goddess

You Are Gone

You are gone

I search
even knowing the outcome
you aren’t there.
The pain engulfs me –
ever sharper
So why do I search?

I can hardly string  words together
A disoriented soul
spawns a disorganized mind
Disbelieving
Unaccepting
Pleading to whatever god will listen.

You are still so much to me
more than the sum of your numerous alluring traits.
Always seductive, thought-provoking, stimulating.
and drawing out an other self
not known before
unable to be fully realized.

I was never more invincible
Than after contact with you – no matter how brief
Flirtatious, teasing, taunting
Tempting…. tormenting
You sent me into the clouds where
I lingered, floated and dreamed.

but you are gone…