Sunday, March 13, 2011

lest i forget



lest i forget
you are your own
after all

i shadow
your soul
encircle mine


for there are times
when neither light
nor dark
silhouette our
form

tonight
for instance


it's not
a breakdown
of vision
nor lack of
insight

we are mere
vapor


more so
penchant
for evaporation
we've acquired

vertigo
as we spiral


we're adrift
my love

and
tethered






6 comments:

Old 333 said...

Adrift and tethered; like a little autonomous plane powered by alcohol, buzzing little engine declaring freedom and strength only to fly in circles.

Thanks, noxalio.

P.

Noxalio said...

you got it Peter, a perfect analogy (toy airplane tethered by string) ...

breathenoah said...

i really like this. there's a delicateness that appeals.

Noxalio said...

i'm happy you stopped over, breathenoah ...

forgetmenow said...

beautiful ...

a love poem, in my silly romantic eyes, but even more so an ethereal experience of Connection ... which is, or should be, what Love is .. rather than a tethering business ... though sometimes fog gets in the wires nonetheless *grin

Noxalio said...

*smile* ... loved the notion of fog in wires Shell ... *again smile* ...