ode to the voyage

[slubberdegullion]

Were I not a man

of strong legs and thudding heart

rasping lungs and a river inside

I would take no succour in the warmth of your bosom

 

But the sweetness of your scent

and the glory of your form

washes the grey dust from my soul

and leaves exposed the inner tumult of leaden expectations

 

For when your hair was dark

and your laughter rang aloud

the want, the need, the desire

came swiftly, merciless and enveloping, a firey current

 

Wrapped as I was, awash in lust

and passionate yearning

swept away by waters of need

and heat, heat, heat everlasting, indefatigable

 

Not to be quenched by simple flutters

or rippling muscles, touched alas

nor to be brought to heel or have craven want released

but further to be enflamed in lust of wanton false need

 

And when your hair was red

and my memory reached back

to days of gawky awkwardness, fear,

unspoken glances and warm brushes and glittering eyes

 

Changes rift gentleness asunder

while memory faded but wish remained

to covet gentle curves, burst forth

in rapture of crimson blush and melding forms

 

And when your hair was blonde

and I basked in your beauteous countenance

fulfillment promised, yet unreachable

for the soul I did not, could not, reach, touch

 

Misty shadows, unheard pleas

for depth of contact unrealized

Doors being closed to turn away

to return back from whence one came

 

Releasing need for simple surface touch

to search half the world

a voyage to rediscover, or learn anew

the purity of joy, with shaking hands and short gasps

 

The merging of souls.