Poetry of SlyM
A First
While from the arch above, the raindrops sped
We sat on stoney steps of ancient grey
Though other people were in bed
We held each other close instead
Beneath a sky of muted red
Which closed the chilly day.
Upon the edge, where past and present meet
We were together then, and only then.
Well dry, though rain fell at our feet
On aging stone, on modern street.
With body cold, yet full of heat
I shivered yet again.
A seldom car would drive by with a hiss
While we came cheek to cheek, still hugging fast
I then experienced The Kiss
The first in all my loneliness
And now I write my thoughts of this,
Both current ones and past.
I'd come up with a concept in my head
That, well before we'd be as close as such
I'd overcome my mortal dread
And earnestly to her have said
That my whole tiresome life I'd led
Without one loving touch.
I did not think it would come from the blue
But rather, that we'd court each other long
And spend much time just speaking true
Of what we'd done, and hoped to do
While our conviction stronger grew;
Together we belong.
A calm amazement then I'd feel for her
So wild it could not be expressed by text.
The world would grow much quieter
And all except her face would blur
While we'd both know, and be quite sure
Of what would happen next.
I'd feel the press of a most weighty load
Composed of every feeling in my mind.
My passion would no doubt explode
And fly it's mortal, fleshed abode
Once we'd connected in this mode
For which I'd often pined.
Mt thoughts, how e'er were not a burning roar
Emblazoned bright into my memory
But rather, some soft night's downpour
Which found a gentle path, that more
Small drops had over eons wore
As natural as can be.
There was no grand irrationality
Nor any urging lust which drove me on
My mind in fact rang emptily
With this pure note of harmony
And all was calm, as calm could be
While yellow lamp light shone.
There's no concern or fear it did not quell
(Except when she got tangled in her hair.)
The great, wide world was safe and well
And even if the mountains fell
We'd be protected in the shell
Created from our care.
There was no pressing power, nor forceful bind
But snuggles, based in comfort that did grow
So gently through my flesh and mind
Into a climax of a kind
That was much less a peak, I find
As more a high plateau.
There was no madness, heat, or forceful shove
To make us grip like vices as we kissed.
In fact, there was no thought of love;
Just pureness, like a satin glove.
The simple satisfaction of
The joy that I exist.
Written After 18.05.00