A fixture, a force within which
I am blind and delicate.
I clutch the chords
Surrounding my heart
That you will not go there,
That your fingers will not ply
Music from the vacuum
Of my prevaricating jaw.
*
My body may be reckless
But what of my pride?
If I do not fight now
Then what meaning
Would conquest serve?
*
My tears come
When you are not with.
A drizzle that does not slate
The leeching of wounds
From this astral coquetry
And nothing goes quite the way
I have endeavored it.
This stupor would have me fall,
Broken at the first extraction.
Emboldened by a single kiss,
I can almost believe
That there is love in sex.
*
Submission for
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2015/01/26/monday-wordle-45-january-26-2015/
mindlovemisery 
grips me in a way
that i almost wish
i was in relationship 🙂
XD that is very kind!
I like the positive feeling you give by the end Yves, beautifully written.
Thanks Michael!
This is my kind of Valentine.
XD thank you
Ah, so beautiful this is, Yves. Stunning!
Thanks so much!
there can be love in sex…but we can not make physical intimacy the basis of love….which we often do when young but we do have to move beyond that…
You are so right Brian =)
Excellent photographic poem, I like that astral coquetry!
Thanks Leovi XD
Love the heart shape, and poem that follows it. An ending of thought.
Thank you very much Sara =)
I enjoy life when there is love in sex. And sex in love.
Enjoyed your poem
Me too!