Nothing could escape…
No particle, matter
light, or shape.
Her gravitation field
was far too great;
subduing all resistance.
All I could do was wait,
until I was fully taken
by her attraction.
Benjamin Thomas
PLEASANT FRUIT OF ROMANCE
Her eyes
Mesmerized
The very fabric
Of the mind
Our eyes
Aligned
Locked
Danced
Smooth
Steady
Streamed
Solid
Ready
Romance
Irresistible
Urge
Released
Splurge
And
Reach
Forward
Sweep
Her soul
Into mine
Let them
Mingle
Intertwine
Bud
Knit
Blossom
Align
Beauty
Into
Aromatic
Fruit
A Shot of Hope
I’m punch-drunk;
on the hope that is before me,
imploring to new heights,
inciting to new sights
so compellingly.
The Balm of Hope
My heart overflows
into the still of the night,
as seeping anguish overtakes the calm.
Weeping eyes worn of gnawing pains,
as wretched days grow harder to sustain.
Yet hope is fierce knowing no boundary,
her tenacious wings guide into the light.
Benjamin
Merry Go Round
Everyone joins the merry go round at some point.
Feeling safe and secure, as the next turn whips
around the carousel cutting against chilled breezes.
The years spin astray, night and day telling their own story.
Seems like a good deal, but it doesn’t come with its own bread and butter.
At best, we try to connect with one another; building sentence upon sentence, spelling out our own history.
Written for the Sunday Whirl: Wordle 231
Benjamin Thomas
SWEET LURE
Her countenance was sweet
and her lure was pure magic.
Unflickering eyes of pearl held steady,
streaming love in steady gaze,
spread wild like rolling spring blossom.
Its leaves giddily unfurled, elegantly creased
thoroughly unbound and happily released.
Then fear viciously flooded
chambers in the heart,
draining down to the veins.
The lines were drawn, but the facts still remained.
All vicious schemes were irrelevant
for the attraction was extreme.
All barriers disintegrated
in the reality of their dream.
Written for the Sunday Whirl
Benjamin Thomas
