I fly at the speed of light on the wings of time
to blazing galaxies, spiraling, scintillate
all tightly bound by infinite design.
I flee from magnetic fire-filled orbs
spell-bound by desire-drugged sensuous gaze.
I retreat from ardent heart-pounding obsession
rife with soul-rending, long-languished unease.
I escape from memories, fading to grey-shaded pain
a half-life, fissured between what was and what will be
as thoughts recede with time-trialed restrain.
Release this torrent feeling or regret will remain
as temptation catches this time traveler again.
This is an autobiographical poem on relationships. I allowed my mind free reign and twenty years of regret, temptation and desire poured out of my soul. While I have written over 100 poems (most on my other blog), this is one of my favorites.
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