Elysia
it was a strange awakening
glass sharp.
we rode tandem through the blur of an old film
she breathed promises on the back of my neck
laughing
the air tingled with sepia summerness
drifting bon-fire smoke
cut grass.
hushed kisses
virgin brushed lips
she was August in December
heat through ice
drawing me into her like liquid
I ached to lie there
closer than I could be
stay there
be long there
hippy jewel in a thorny-crown town
elevated
I was the Walker-on-Water,
first Man-on-Mars doing anything
if I’d wanted to be doing anything else but
touching her skin.
rippling black-water hair
she danced on the core of my consciousness
gathering me
flying me hard and fast
sky skimming our skin
to a moon so big
you couldn’t blank it out
with your hand.
there were no choices
just her
and my need, greed,
passion-poured
pawed
lips and loins
life-forced
felled
I lay
a crumpled flower-child
burnt out
ripped up
stripped down
shielding my face from her indifference
watching her silhouette into the sun
seeing her with me
over and over
Moving Poems 
I really love this… some of the words are so descriptive so I saw them immediately… Like sepia summerness and being August in December… somehow I think we told a similar story of the wither of a flower-child… yours was probably closer to reality than being trapped in a murderous clan.
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Thank you, Bjorn. I cheated a bit as I wrote this quite a while back, but, like you I thought we had both hit the hippy groove, and your poem was a bit more original than ‘first love angst!’
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I love this: “so big you couldn’t blank it out with your hand.” — gosh, I’ve done just that so many times!
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Thank you, Misky
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Sheesh. This is sublime poetry writing.
I think this could also be read as if the speaker is desperate to be close to his/her unavailable mother.
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Thanks, Em. I had ‘pain of first love’ in mind, but it’s good it can be read in other ways.
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Oh my, this is wonderfully intense and gripping, I love your language and imagery, as well as the cadence. Fabulous.
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Thank you so much, Kelly.
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Reblogged this on nievesdeenero and commented:
Beautiful….
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That’s a huge compliment. Thank you very much 🙂
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This opener is fantastic:
“it was a strange awakening
glass sharp.”
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Thank you, de
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Your command of words and imagery is so impressive. This poem showcases that.
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Thank you, Victoria.
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she was August in December
heat through ice
drawing me into her like liquid
I am feeling absolutely breathless…..!!
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Sanaa, I’m honoured.
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You create powerfully beautiful images Shirley, so well done.
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Thank you, Michael.
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….she was August in December….rippling black water hair……sky skimming our skin….
beautiful beautiful words. Leaves one breathless…Beautiful imagery. Beautifully penned.
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Beautifully commented. Thank you. There’s no better encouragement.
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Wow! The lines “she was August in December
heat through ice
drawing me into her like liquid” red hot. I came, and enjoyed.
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Thank you, Bekki
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First Love’s hand embrace..
felt becomes one..
particularly when
both are equally
enthralled with
touch of Love
unique.. and
living soUl new
as two.. hmm.. i’m so
glad the first is two on
a one way street.. i can’t
imagine how i would have felt
if the lost love had come much
earlier than the 10 months of
early Love.. oh so long iN
magic spRing of young
Love first.. anyway..
the magic
iS real
and never
the same..
yet.. so much
more to experience
than that alone with
others too.. chocolate
Love.. selections never ending..
older now
and newer now
same as fresh..
Garden’s Love
never
wilting..
water in
SpRinG of NoW..:)
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Thank you, Katie
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