PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

By Peter Christopher Raymond

Copyright 2014

Abbreviated screeds from the neediest of souls

No one knows her tone or sees her eyes roll

Sitting in the cineplex waiting for the next text

Yet when she can't connect it's then she's truly vexed

She bathed in warm euphoria til it gave way to autumn

Fast forgotten, raw and rotten and almost touching bottom

Downcast grasping at that late summer rapture

Carefree captions on the images captured

A murmur from the darkness of her silver sequined purse

Concentrated contemplations tremble and disperse

Pleads with him to take in a film desperate to persuade

While he crams for his exams to maintain his grade

"Come poke me in provocative spots to blot out aching hurts

Press your digits digging down to arouse in luscious spurts

So tightly wound til you surround me breaching my bounds

Bliss abounds as you literally lift me off the ground

I'll find you in the library reciting lengthly lists

Spot your chair and venture near and clasp your wrists

Allow me to guide as we stride through nighttime traffic

Let your eyes be mesmerized by neon graphics

Burdens shall bear down again after tonight

The wearisome worries I've worn shall wake with the light

But delve into these delights while bright respite reigns

Until I'm drawn to fear the dawn and promises of pain"