Hey all, today’s selection might be the first poem I ever wrote for x2. It was written so early in our relationship that I was still (obviously) a little leery about just where this was going.
In the end we did get married stayed together for quite awhile. We had a child together and our still friends but, in these early days, I was, as you’ll soon see, a tad less assured.
The lovely x2 never was fond of this poem and forbade me from ever reading it at poetry readings…
Annyway here is
She (in 4)
I
She steps through my door
Out of the night
Wrapped in night black velvet
Ghost woman
Phantom visitor
A smile that eats my heart
Crushes me
To my knees
I man always
Man heart unreachable
Untouchable but
She ghost woman massages it
With love and spiked heels
Leaving a trail of bloody kisses across my chest
II
She ghost
Wrapped in black velvet night
Pure soft white crescents of skin flash
Blinding me with lust
Sear me struck me dumb me
Man of words
Words being power but I
Am Powerless
Swept away willingly
In this passionate game of
Her devising
III
She ghost woman is art laying in my bed
The curve of her stomach a poem
The round of her breast a renaissance masterpiece
And I am in awe as she rolls atop me once again
Back lighted by the pale March moon
She is cool white fire
Pale as the light that washes over her alabaster skin
IV
She ghost woman laughs cruel
As the God who made her and let us meet now
With this gap of time between us
The gulf that makes this just a dream while
Her smile sinks deeper into my flesh
Tying me to her
The pull to become us
Till there is just the need
And she snaps off a laugh when I tell her this
And that she will be the death of me when she goes
Yet still
I surrender.willingly when she comes
Like a ghost in the night