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Arachne
by Teri T Lahmon
I smell your sighs on my pillow
in the first hours of a new dawn
They wake me from a slumber
where your soul speaks to me
in a manner stymied in waking hours by fear
I am sometimes awed by the yearning
so very obvious in your smile
and the way your whole body tenses
As if afraid to fly apart in my presence
and mimic the planets' worship of the sun
I marvel at this self inflicted torture
Your eyes burn with the pain
you love me most acutely when it is unbearable
weighted by the strain of confusion
I know this tug of war will end
when your fear is exhausted by desire
In surrender you will discover the truest torment
Learning what it is to be Mine.
07/23/2005 Author's Note: it will more than likely be revised in a couple days and look completely different...any suggestions/criticisms are welcome Thanks!
Posted on 07/23/2005
Copyright © 2024 Teri T Lahmon
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Katerina T Nix on 12/02/06 at 11:32 AM I really liked the imagery in this piece. Well done and thank you for sharing it. -Kat :) |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 06/30/10 at 02:46 PM for a starter, this poem is exquisite, for a finish I find it stunning and alluring one from their desert snare to come out and play in love's oasis. |
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