Fused

White cotton sheets,
Tussled around us
As if the telltale remnants
Of a passionate tornado passing.

Near darkness enrobes my eyes,
Only the slightest of shadows
Exposing themselves,
Painted gently on the walls
Around our bedroom
By the brush stroke of a full moon.

A sweetness lingers in the air,
Moist,
Like whispers of honeysuckle
Reminding me of the first time
I held you
And inhaled your elegance.

My lips still feel alive,
A tingling undiminished,
From touching yours,
Caressing you,
Tasting your neck,
Consuming your wholeness.

And then there’s your body,
Naked,
Unbridled,
Quiet,
Other than the rise
And fall of your chest,
Compressed to mine.

Left arm,
Cast across me.

Left leg,
Draped across me.

Hips to mine…

As if still joined.

Waves of your rich mane
Spilling on my chest,
Framing your cheek,
Nestled there as well.

The cadence of your breathing,
Demonstrative of deep,
Satisfied,
Glorious sleep…

Safe,
Sure,

In a perfect place.

But it’s your skin,
That I feel,
And relish,
Just now.

The weightless of silk,
The smoothness of satin,
The richness of the finest velvet.

Swallowing my body,

As you sleep,
So gorgeously,
Wrapped around me.

Just a man
And a woman,

So deeply in love,

So enraptured,

So satisfied,
With their consummation
And commitment.

Totally perfect.

Totally

Fused.

 

 

© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

40 thoughts on “Fused

    1. So appreciate it Dorothy…and I’m so glad you liked it. I just had this vision in my mind…and needed to get it out of my mind and into words. Do you know what I mean?

      Sometimes you just have to get the words out. Yes?

      Maybe that sounds weird, but it’s the way I feel!

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      1. No I understand completely! It’s a feeling of urgency. The words must come out on paper. They have to be expressed, not repressed. Otherwise, you die. You’re so good at it! I see it, but I find it frustrating to get the words out in order on paper. I’ll keep working at it.

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      1. Just right Maria…as always…and that’s what I’ll do!

        The formatting issue is a little laborious, but doing so mirrors what’s in my blog…and that’s what’s important to me. I want the reader to be led in a measured, predetermined manner, if that makes sense.

        Look forward to the culmination of this project!!!!

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  1. That’s a good point. I was thinking about the poem as I have this notion (rightfully or wrongfully) that I can enhance the reader’s experience in how he/she consumes the words and thoughts by the structure and spacing of the words and phrases. I read each poem aloud, several times before I post it, hoping to induce and finalize a rhythm and multiplying effect which leads to a culmination at the end…looping back in some way to the title.

    But your point is another dimension I had not considered. And that might be how the individual poems are sequenced such they collectively build to a larger, closing message at the end of the book.

    Does that make sense?

    If so, perhaps you could guide me!

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