Monday 9 December 2013

Laila Tov

It's always better when were together
Under the sun setting sky
Just you and I.
Pondering here alone
Subtle caressing of a moan
Your moan.
For you to be so far away
Yearning for your tender touch
Your body, your cusp.
Lullabied waves fritter their skin
Frowning upon me
Thrashing softly. Rising to the bed-owing rock
Imprints hurrying, sinking across the land
The Holy Land.
Three beliefs become one
Home to the holiest son
Playful splashes going through the motions
Pounding scrutiny; ripples of emotions.
Glide your way fluttering black bird
Wish you were here to be thought absurd.
Weighing nothing
Must possess something?
Pink-orange mist hover over my sight
Stesh laila; the time of overpowering might.
Some answer to be pleaded
If only you knew
If only I knew
Withered within a state of flux
No combination of words to be thought up in my head
Trembling lips spluttering in dread.
Eyes squeeze shut
Soft howling of the sea triggered for your dear Bambi eyes
Burning trickles no longer mask your disguise
Insanity soars home again, dancing all around.
Fingers gliding, arched back; she silently drowns.
She was here
The heavenly tranquil, requiem of a dream
Whispers upon her flowing ashes
Twirling pirouette and arched arabesque!
Ani ohevette ottack
Listen carefully; her whimpers hushing back.