I miss you Miss America
In the morning when I wake
I hear your voice and see your face
last night I had you in a dream again
tasted your laughter kissed your skin,
and the world came on fire above us
when the four angels released the winds
an army of dark clouds hovered in the night sky
as I rode you to the music of a blood lust opus
a raging incubus, I became, dripping pools of sweat
while your wetness and fingernails inspired me
we were one under the power of a pure moonlight,
sharing love in shadowy places
your desires became my manifest destiny
and I had so much time to watch you eat pleasure,
seeing good and wicked things wrestling in your eyes
a heavenly language pouring from your mouth
till I stiffened and trembled and lost my will to resist.
Then I wished it wasn't a dream,
but it was only a dream
and I wish the rain would fall
and fill up all your hurts and dark places
make the day come clean
though I reckon your blood ain't pure
so peace will never prosper in your wayward soul
and I don't know why I love you but I do;
and I miss you madly, let the truth be told
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Hello Christopher...
Maybe, Miss America will read this loving dedication...
She will respond back and send you her love...
Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
Hugs and Smiles!
sparrowsong
hey sparrowsong, thanks for comment, poem is a metaphor about 'America' that was my intent, glad you enjoyed, cheers
Hi Christopher A beautiful write sensual
in its feel. A dream of dreams, One that
takes you to ecstatic places of pleasure
but you think she is not good for you
" your blood ain`t pure"
but you still love her
(only my interpretation)
really enjoyed Thank you for sharing
best wishes Debs
hi deborah, thank you so much for your thoughtful comment, in 'poetryland' I always run the risk that a poem may not be fully understood by the reader and I'm good with that....so this poem is not about a woman, it's about a place, it's a metaphor, my reflection of America from the outside (Canada) looking in and my feelings towards 'her' or the place; I've always been fascinated with everything about the place...I'll put the word 'metaphor' in there, my bad....glad you enjoyed and I like when a poem can be seen in many different ways, cheers deborah
sister Cherie, I think I love you, thanks for 'getting it' lol....great comment, and honestly it is better than the poem; half kidding, I'm glad I put in the metaphor as a guide, but your comment is beyond amazing, to be honest, I'm lukewarm when it comes to getting comments for my work; I like stirring the pot more than anything, but you always write something that blows me away, and yes I agree with you completely....as an immigrant and Canadian, I've always dreamed of living in the States, I love Canada; don't get me wrong, but I've always had this romantic notion about America, and I think most people on the outside do to some extent, and that hasn't changed and never will....will disagree with you on her 'losing her crown' though, she has not though the times are turbulent the cream will rise....so cheers sis, you made my day thus far
Hi Christopher,
This is a magnificent work, waking us to once, what was, but now, only exists in dreams. Bye, Bye, Miss American pie. I miss you Bert Parks, for with you went Miss America.
Peace and Love,
xox Larry
hey Larry,
Your comment made me smile, brother, and my allergies are squeezing my nuts at the moment, lol...I remember Bert Parks, lol maybe you're on to something there, Larry...thanks my friend for such a cool comment
Great metaphor, great reflection of America from the outside looking in and your feelings towards 'her' or the place; Great write....
mark, thank you for saying that, your feedback is priceless, much appreciated, love your work....cheers
God bless America!!
Great poetry Chris!!
luv Jai:)
God bless Jai!
luv you chicky baby!
peace, partner