Monday, October 13, 2008

rsvp

When the storm descends
Within his eyes,
I see a darkness inside
Twisting and turning,
Desiring and trying
To be released,
A viable entity
Knocking at the door,
Whispering “more,”
Desperate to live,
Yearning to give
Him exactly what
He needs.
And my craving
To cultivate
It’s flowering form
Into a creation so vast
I can leap into its grasp,
Turns to torture so sweet
I long to weep,
But I resolve instead
To kneel and wait
In silence that aches,
Watching still
As darkness descends,
His fingers linger
Shaking in shame,
Signing his name
"Yes my love,
I'll come to thee..."
A long awaited R.S.V.P
To the long desired
Invitation to sin,
The long denied
Invitation to me.

2 comments:

Matt D said...

This is an amazing poem. Truly.

"And my craving
To cultivate
It’s flowering form
Into a creation so vast
I can leap into its grasp "

As a man trying to understand a woman's perspective this is really fascinating to me. Thank you.

Athena said...

Thank you so much! I do love when a reader "gets it." :-)