Decadence

by sibyllene   Oct 9, 2007


Syllables tumbled murmured
into shoulder mouthing, sweet soft wet
skin searching, limb twining
delirium
oh,
God...
to whom do we now speak,
oh,
there are no words, no meaning
purpose beyond my hand
at your back, search me all,
insistent waves, steady tide throb
scent of hair, your neck, your warm
delectable slow hungry pulse,
don't stop, don't
hum-tumbled words soft
let me pull you into
rich dark weak, sweet
oblivion

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  • 14 years ago

    by Sungrl And Mrs Whatsit

    Three years ago I asked "why decadence"

    perhaps the title was confessional....

    tantalizing speculation cannot solve the question but, this is still quite effectively incredible..

    love,
    gramma

  • 14 years ago

    by Sungrl And Mrs Whatsit

    Three years ago I asked "why decadence"

    perhaps the title was confessional....

    tantalizing speculation cannot solve the question but, this is still quite effectively incredible..

    love,
    gramma

  • 16 years ago

    by Nicko

    Beautiful rhythmical poem girl, steady my beating heart, Delicious you have caught the moment and taken me to sweet sweet remembrance!

    As always fantastic work!

    Nicko

  • 16 years ago

    by NyellMoonlight

    Wow...
    I love this from the beginning to the end, it is excellently written and very emotional. Unique piece with fantastic descriptions and original, unusual rhythm. This is one of the best love poems I've read in a while.
    Greatly done!
    5/5

  • 16 years ago

    by Tracy D Rollings

    Excellent poem and well written , I liked the way you expressed yourself in this one . Gave me a sence of pleasure , great job . especially these lines :::::insistent waves, steady tide throb
    scent of hair, your neck, your warm
    delectable slow hungry pulse,
    don't stop, don't
    hum-tumbled words soft
    let me pull you into
    rich dark weak, sweet
    oblivion

    Good work , keep it up , your friend Tracy d ~~~5/5~~~