I would give my everything to you,
let your word become my paradise.
As each new day turns I enfold you
within my senses, swallow you whole.
Let your word become my paradise and enliven my soul,
and I will challenge my heart and mind to
ever reveal themselves to yours.
As each new day turns I enfold you in needful arms.
My body aches for yours to be nearer, our inevitable
parting an agony to be endured.
Within my senses I swallow you whole and devour
every precious morsel. You sustain me with every breath,
every word, every touch, every glance.
asked us Wednesday to write a Trimeric poem, and I’m just now getting around to it. This could use some polish, I think, but I really like the form.
There comes a moment when you must choose
Lingering in a wasteland
Trapped by habits and past decisions
Destined to repeat as Sisyphus does
A path that leads to insanity
Or instead step sideways into a new road
Fraught with hazards and heartaches
Alive with promises of fortune
Awakened to all senses
I stand on that perilous borderline
My gaze fixed on myriad futures
Aching to know which one will come to pass
Fearful of pain
Wanting pleasure and joy
There must come a moment
When I take the knife and cut deep
Severing one from the other
Choosing the way that is right
Still my heart is endangered
By uncertainty and fear
Lifted by love and hope and promise
I stand on the perilous borderline
Between wasteland and paradise
Not yet certain which is which
Taking baby steps into a new world
Written for Three Word Wednesday
, which this week gave us words easily bound to one another: cut, endanger, hazard.
Also linked to ABC Wednesday, where B is for Borderline