rainbow before the tears.

Tjedza's picture

with the tip of my nose i can still smell her,
still feel her scent flow in slow thick convection currents through my lungs,
lying on my bed longing for her kisses,
memories of which still lingering on my tongue,
as the shivering sensations travel down my back,
they are escorted by images of her laughing,
..loving me-
pushing my threshold.

and so swiftly they come trickling down
as if to wash away
the pleasurable pain of
painful pleasure.


poetry nymph's picture


i dont really know what to say, accept, beautiful, mmmmm.
vous couper le souffle... ah twas totally, mmmm...

" Such sights as youthful poets dream
On summer eve by haunted stream."
-John Milton
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour."
-William Blake