Equations that once balanced perfectly
Now pale in the light of reality
Every poem I ever wrote
Became a theory proven wrong
When our bodies combined
Allowing us to occupy the same space
On white hot cotton
Becoming one
I entered you
Intent on splitting the atom
Pillows flew
Like electrons flung
From the nucleus of unbridled passion
You covered me
Like a tsunami leveling all inhibitions
Light bent through fan blades
Blindly casting shadows on black skin
Vainly attempting to strip away heat
Flesh sublimed to vapor
Under the weight of friction
Our essence condensed to sweat
In the final solution
Soaked sheets were the only remainder
Of our physical division
Yet we remain
Forever standing
Balanced
Naked
Indivisible
Now pale in the light of reality
Every poem I ever wrote
Became a theory proven wrong
When our bodies combined
Allowing us to occupy the same space
On white hot cotton
Becoming one
I entered you
Intent on splitting the atom
Pillows flew
Like electrons flung
From the nucleus of unbridled passion
You covered me
Like a tsunami leveling all inhibitions
Light bent through fan blades
Blindly casting shadows on black skin
Vainly attempting to strip away heat
Flesh sublimed to vapor
Under the weight of friction
Our essence condensed to sweat
In the final solution
Soaked sheets were the only remainder
Of our physical division
Yet we remain
Forever standing
Balanced
Naked
Indivisible
Peace and Love,
Alizé (LoversA.blogspot.com)
Text and Photo: Copyright © 2008 Xavier Pierre Jr. All rights reserved.
Posts
15 comments:
Ooh you do so know how to raise the temperature!
Next up from you ouught to be a volume of erotic and sexy poems. I mean come on some of us would love to slip into bed with you...as a good read (smile)
@Love: That's not a bad idea. In fact i promise to publish something this year. if the sequel to Lovers Anonymous isn't 90% done by September, I'll self-publish a collection of my poems. I'll make sure to slip it to you ;-)
Peace and Love,
Alizé (LoversA.blogspot.com)
Xavier,
Don't be so fresh! You know I will tell your Momma!
ROFL!
Whew! Zay you messing with us. The temps are out off control in this joint. i cannot take it. LOL.
X,
beautiful 'phore and more friend, the photo is special and adds to the eroticism of the poem, you have done it well here. ENJOYED the read!
Peace and love
@Love: Leather tool belt, $14. Assorted tools, $30. Roud-trip ticket to CT, $350. The look on your face when you open the door and I say "I'm the plumber, I've come to fix the sink", PRICELESS! ROFL
@Shai: Not too sure about you not being able to take it, you been cookin in this kitchen long enough ;-)
@Calder: Thanks for the compliment. Many of my poems are written to "illustrate" my photos just as much as my photos add an extra dimension to my poems. In fact this particular poem was originally published with two photos but I decided it was wiser not to show the other photo here. I impose no such restricttions on my personal blog.
Peace and Love,
Alizé (LoversA.blogspot.com)
Delicious!! You certainly give your readers much to chew on.
Smiles!!
Xavier,
Whatever am I to do with you...with your fresh self!
Tool belt indeed!
speechlessly in luv w/ your word-play dear Zay...
ohhh, that's hot
@Cap: All smiles over here!
@Kai: Thanks hon :-)
Peace and Love,
Alizé
Dayum! That was hot!
@Miz: You know how we do it around here ;-)
Peace and Love,
Alizé (LoversA.blogspot.com)
I couldn't help but say DAMNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!
@Sparkle: LOL Don't mind me, I'm crazy.
Post a Comment