1.00am
drawn to the edge of specific gravity
from which liquid mystery
emanates exotic fragrance
known to call a man down
to the deep of depths
beyond the wilderness of loneliness
past the advance of caring –
lest you be drowned in desire
for want of love.
The hair is standing up on my arms as I read and read again. Wow! Said aloud, the phrases resonate like prayer.
Sometimes when I start a piece of poetry I'm not sure where it's going, a few words come and I follow their trail to the finale. This is one of those. Than you, Darla. 🙂
You're most welcome, Eaton, and thank you for sharing insight into your process. I must say that my short stories usually emerge with no foreseen conclusion. It's fun to see where our fancies take us!
I was surprised when the final lines were out. I was not expecting the intensity I felt at the direction this piece had taken. 🙂