This weeks blog is a bit spartan. No picture, no impression, just a rather wordy poem about becoming speechless. It would seem even when I lack the words I stll managed to ramble my head off about not having the words. 😀
Wishing you all a good week.
Of you I’ve nothing to say.
Maybe it’s the hoardes of eyes and too opinionated mouths?
This torrent despite myself won’t be borne
Fails to come alive
The emotional emphemera
The slight whisp of analysis shattering its compose.
Forcing me to look at you once more.
Not that I mind you understand
Your eyes are pools worth drowning in.
So seriously they devoured me…
I want to expresss….something
The feeling of feeling so much feeling.
Language finds itself stage shocked
It is a rather large crowd looking on…
Every action, every word
That lies between vauge expressions
mumbled in loose sentences.
There’s a lot I could say.
From the ripple that warms from deep inside
To the simple joy of seeing you smile.
But…but it won’t realise its potential.
Embrassed by itself to have felt so much
Embrassed others might see too much.
And that’s not very poetic! …
Can a fantasy remain so.
Is that okay?
Does it always have to be about me?
I search your face and frame
Lingering over your long legs.
Desperatly trying to re-capture that feeling
That left me sprawling breathless and grinning…
It’s not very lady like and too much too consider.
Tut Tut…and so.
And so the feeling remains aloof,
Far too shy, too easily spooked.
I want to express how you moved me
Express your gentle touch
Intimate at the flush of feeling
That came with your intimate caress.
I closed my eyes at your intense longing
That jumped in for the kiss…
…They opened to an audience…
…and I just can’t do this!
The feeling flees, full of excuses
“I’m pretty busy this week
I’ll text you….”
© 2011 Tikarma Vodicka