Monday, August 25, 2008

dog paddling

Your beauty swallows me whole
and I stand in a puddle of passion
muddling my way through words
that simply won't suffice.

I am dog paddling
when I'd rather just drown.

Time stills, cells expand
in a primal pull
I can't control,
my body belongs
against yours.

But I just stand
stunned and dumb
as desire commands
the air around us.

Until discretion takes hold,
arms fold,
sunglasses slip over eyes,
trying to hide,
we murmur goodbye.

And I am left
alone and wet,
dog paddling in the wake
you left behind...

1 comment:

Trée said...

Dreamy metaphors, gorgeous execution.