Absorption (the Eyes of Mutually Fascinated Lovers)
by Tom Goss
Like skydiving gnats
(irresistibly drawn by oxidizing fruit)
the syllables of eyebrowtouch passion
stealthily whisper focus
into the disjointed throat sounds
that make up our grief-crushing words
of moonlit restoration.
Pale moon faces glowingly speak
of the slamming pendulum
of past and present:
functioning love and love mangled.
Sun absence flows coldly
into the sky-spangled night
the clanking nightsounds
of other lives blossom
with chin-turning wakefulness:
a slammed door, a drunken laugh,
the sound of something human
slipping in, then falling out of periphery.
Celebration becomes the playful
winter climate of a simple palm:
a flourishing pressure plate
of chilling hands on unprepared skin
which somehow yields a startling comfort.
Before sleep whispering,
before warm backs overrun the failing night,
the honest intensity of every interspersed
burst of conversation springs forth love-prism symphonies.
Author's Note: Please check out my new book! ;)>
Posted on 01/31/2005
Copyright © 2024 Tom Goss
|Member Comments on this Poem
|Posted by Shonda Creemer on 01/31/05 at 05:41 AM
this could be very erotic if you so allowed it, but in the same breath the very purest form of love enjoyed by lovers, made me think of... well it made me think :)
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 02/02/05 at 02:44 PM
I see, Tom, that you are not fearful of words, neither to befriend or use them in you employ to make of them, something quite interesting and substantial.
|Posted by Max Bouillet on 02/03/05 at 01:47 PM
You play with your words like a lover massaging a back on a winter's night. Nice word combinations. Thanks for sharing.