I am lost in the water,
Drowning
In pretty things, flowing things, rivers.
I like the way the water carves holes
Into the mountains.
I like how it makes gullies
Out of the strongest plains.
It is so hungry,
That wanton fluidity.
There is no other language for it
Than that of romance,
That of dance,
That of the flowing things that
Bend the universe over
And take what they will.
It is will, isn't it,
That drives the monster in the river.
It is desire that sways it.
Disgust that deters it.
What is a drowning then
But love making?
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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Comments (5)
I must concur with the other astute observations - the eroticism of your words hits right where it should. Magical, Silver! Definitely favouriting this one ❤️
Whoaaa, that was so profound! Loved your poem!
Your lines "Bend the universe over and take what they need", felt so visceral! I loved this poem~
Bending the universe over and taking what it will--what a marvelous, characteristically morbid and erotic meditation on all things hydrological!
BLESSINGS to you!