trench warfare #poem #poetry

trench warfare

between your subconscious and mine

during the night

over my head

love words like cannonballs have flown

at the edge of some imaginary bed

sensuality has wept in B major

caged like a bird

i choked on metaphors

strategies of conquest

swam inside your mind

like koi fish in a pond

 

waters…

i drink and burst to light

roses crawl around my body

scented by eight aromatic salts

the pages of your book

sit empty now

white orchids hanging in a tree

don’t cry

your book is the last place

in which you want to look for me

 

draft

@short-prose-fiction

 

31 thoughts on “trench warfare #poem #poetry

  1. Good morning G. I see someone is up way TOO early for a Sunday morning.
    Another wonderful poem with images and emotions so vivid and detailed.
    Lovely little rhyme in your delightful finale, too.

    Hope your weekend is going well. Have a gorgeous Sunday.
    Watch out for the cannonballs.

     
    1. Good morning Drew.
      Thank you so much for your wonderful words. Their beauty woke me up.
      I wasn’t 100% up. I never am at this hour. I get to 100% at 4pm 🙂

      I hope your weekend is going well too.
      Wishing you a day filled with love and magic!

      The cannonballs?
      I have metal bars set into heavy timber in my bedroom. I store them here LOL

       
      1. I thought it was interesting. I’m glad you think so too! LOL

        I hope your morning coffee was great. May the whisper of evening be even greater!

         
      2. I am glad to hear that the coffee and the readings were great.
        Can’t wait to see what’s cooking 😉
        Looking forward to reading your next post, Drew.!

         

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