With every changing season,
               I am looking for a reason

Anemone
erectly flowering
fall upon my face like shadows,
as I cry for louder rhythm.
Though cogent this pain,
this unbelievable urge to shout and scream
engulfs me
I stand my ground
merely for hope which your eyes have given me—

I feel you
pulsating through my veins and blood,
the burning caress
of your wanton gaze, relentless lips
tell me are you afraid to embrace this feeling
that has made its way into your breast?
I want you
to confirm my worst fears,
I want you
to hurt me more than it’s necessary
I dare not withdraw
until there remains the slightest chance of bliss—

You are tempest,
you are wild civility 
you are hidden notes that whisper from the depths
of mind’s library,
I fear this season with its gusty and offshore winds
has pierced through my undying passion.
You are everywhere and yet not present 
like a dream
you continue to rouse and flood my senses.
Love mercurial — love misleading

With every changing season,
                I am looking for a reason.

 

Photo credits: Pure as snow, Mira Nedyalkova

Posted on ‘Kerry’s Challenge’ @ Real Toads

 

& Posted on Poetry Pantry @ Poets United