Writers Blockade

[ThePoetBlackOrchid]

For the past four months I have been at a poetic loss. I have been trying to navigate through the mess that is my life. I started this site in an effort to get my creative juices flowing. You know like minds and all that. I have missed my muse, she paid me a visit lastnight (actually 3-4am). This what she left...not sure it's finished-just happy I have my pen back. Don't be shy. Tell me what you think.

The closeness of four walls

The closeness of four walls
connected, but not connected
Across and next to one another

I see her in my eyes
I feel her kiss on your lips
every time
She and I have hugged in your arms
Her lips have kissed my breast
on your breath

The closeness of four walls
Touching, not touching

Her moans in my ear with my voice
I hear her calling your name
When you touch me gently, look at
lovingly, I see her...watching.

The closeness of four walls
connected, not connected by each other

Two walls always and never touching-
But the same

Like you touching me, touching her,
touching you, touching me-
See?

The closeness of four walls.

[Zen Monkey]

That's a good rough scribble...almost good enough to keep as is. You've got the metaphor down, maybe it could use some fleshing out a little bit...

[ThePoetBlackOrchid]

thanks for the feed back...i am working on some new pieces. I hope to share them soon. My muse is being tricky!