Mary (standard:poetry, 223 words)
Author: Michael H. Silverman	Added: Dec 01 2000	Views/Reads: 3937/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
There is no deeper desire. No angel that ever roamed the heavens or laid its wings on the human heart can ever compare to the intimate beauty of Mary.

Mary 

The empire of my intimate needs 

ruled by each unchained caress 

that never came 

screams in final lovesick distress 

for that kiss it never tasted 

but for the flashing moment 

wantonly slipping into each thought 

each step I take echoes back to me 

the unfulfilled reflection of embraces 

that fall death-like among tearstained roses. 

Dear Mary, I am apt to uncertain moods, 

But you have tempered my shivering body 

With warm thoughts of a languid kiss 

Drifting upon my lips like a calm sea 

That trembles deep with volcanic currents 

Surging upwards to your eyes afire 

With some intimate gift so sweetly aroused 

I'm awed by your moods and fragrances. 

All the rushing tides amassing high 

In a tsunami of trembling power 

Thrilling to its own mountain heights 

Then thundering forward to engulf the lava 

In a soft rush of steam and cooling water, 

This becomes the intimate touch 

As thoughts of you heal my aching heart 

Softening the hard-edged day 

With candled curves and fantasy embraces 

I am only as brave as the love you might give 

So sweetly of, 

No mountain rising off the turbulent sea 

Will ever have devotion to its place 

As strong as My devotion to You. 

I would love you, as love was meant to be, 

If you would let me. 

- Mike H. Silverman  (c)2000 


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