PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

A mistake of most all good parenting is to skip teaching the child how to distinguish the "forest from the trees"....all inside of us. We desire procreation way too soon on the average life, and wisdom arrives way too late in most instances. You are a forest of wisdom, Ssmoothest. You outreach youself always in your words, and hopefully not in actuality ;-)

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I wish so hard that you would just turn

around and spark my heart

light the fuse that explodes the sun’s stars

and moons from out of my heart, 

to give a word spoken in that one way,

to touch with that delicate intent

to reach for me

and fight for me

and pull me away

from these empty phantasms

calling to my sex

release me. 

Open me up to the universe

and let me explode with mystical madness 

let me paint with colors the endless sky

save me from this fortified heartened mess. 

My love, light me with your fire! 

The one that she brings back alight.

I liked this poem. Although not sure “phantasms” fits well because it could be so many things, i.e. – ghosts, spirits, illusions, mirages, fantasies, nightmares, spooks, visions, delusions, etc. Still, the poem is delightful - with great imagery for the psyche. It is also sensually sweet, feminine, seducing, tantalizing in its own “Smoothie” way. Made me smile into a delicate warmth, along with a few ignited combustions that were inherent in the last two lines. Touched my imagination for sure, and set my mind into an inferno that was pleasing within the bonfires of your easily flowing, passionate intensity. It set me ablaze – indeed. Thanks.