Francois Bergh
where lost words come to rest in pieces…Archive for Release
Enough!
Spin your own damn fairy tale,
I’m sick of your disease!
Mindless circling – spun around -
With you I’m not at ease.
This might be the coffin-nail,
The anger might not cease -
I won’t subscribe to your excuses;
Empty offerings of peace…
Just take your leave and stay away,
Forever give me some release…
I once made a promise to myself that I would never write in anger…I failed…
Oyster
soft and succulent
pink to the sheen of a pearl
my tender delight
my lips to your moist
I tongue your inhibition
I swallow your bloom
you slip from your shell
your freedom a gushing well
I ride your release
I am breath…
I am ardorous adventure…
Impatiently yearning – expectantly searching -
Eternally questing for carnal thirst quenching…
I am fearless flirtation…
Beating the drum of primal prurience -
The beckoning banter of trysty delight…
I am delectable desire…
Expectantly turmoiled – whispering whirlwind -
Restlessly stirring the bumps of geese…
I am clinging caress…
The wanton exploring of enchanted valleys;
Nuzzling the essence of succulent curves…
I am ragged ravishment…
Frantically feeding on the frenzied fervor -
Faster, Faster – Feel the FUROR!
I am rupturing release…
Bubbling ecstacy – burst of euphoria
Rapture in an instant – lost in forever…
I am thrilled tranquility…
The blissful oblivion – the warm afterglow -
I am snuggling slumbering serenity…
Any more
The fire is not the same anymore;
It does not burn anymore -
Not in my heart anymore -
You’re not in my head anymore…
