What comes down as thunder
Blends with lights and shades
Floods the space with wonder
For past ignites and fades
*
Shooting forward a million thoughts
And arrows traverse me across
Inbound symbolism; so far, so near
Mind reaches orgasm with heart and tears
*
There’s a need to open my eyes
Although I’m already seeing
Feel the bumps in my thighs
*
But all my senses are just fleeing
Latent heartbeats are just heard
Not in my body, I live in the air
About the Creator
Matt B.
He/Him
A romantic reader and an amateur writer who likes to write non-conventional stories and unusual plot lines.
I read romantic era fiction and find myself lost in the pages of Dumas' "The Count of Montecristo" and Shelley's "Frankenstein"
Comments (1)
That last line felt so liberating! Loved your poem!