abstracts from a walking night

Emmaleela,

I have never been completely happy with this poem so I did a rewrite and I hope this is much improved…. thanks all for reading and visiting and commenting and messaging ~x

dark the streets
I walk to know
how dark the darkness is

shadows skim
the underbreath
one unto another

footsteps close
they could be mine
a clinging sleight of night

how much
how much,
to stake a claim,
how much
how much,
no real names,

dark the streets
I want to know
how dark my darkness is,

I am it
and it is me
who I become defined.

whispers wish
and echoes kiss
a stranger’s words recite

how much
how much,
to stake a claim,
how much
how much,
no real names,

dark the streets
I feed the fear
I wrestle these restraints

fingers haunt
and freely taunt
this hesitation game

make a choice
I’ve made a choice
it feels like shedding skin

how much
how much,
to stake a claim,
how much
how much,
no real names,

a rippling
a fever-scene
these many shades of ink

hungry hands
a need implied
a hesitation brink

lamp attracts
the moths to burn
undressing innocence

how much
how much,
to stake a claim,
how much
how much,
no real names,

betraying
breath breathing in
and breath breathing out

betraying
as guilt unfolds
extinguishing all doubt

betraying
tell me secrets
consider me devout

waiting hands
waiting gifts
anonymity
another tryst
I acquiesce
anonymity
unravelling catharsis
sublimate defences
to feel the now exist
anonymity,

how much
how much,
to stake a claim,
how much
how much,
no real names.

abstracts from a walking night

© Emmaleela

Published by Emmaleela

A writer of adult erotica, prose and poetry, exploring and expressing my nature through sharing my real experiences and fantasies, and also through my photography. I am fascinated and drawn to all kinds of sexuality and sensuality My writings are a journey into me, my insights, pleasures, surprises, accidents, serendipity, loves and lusts and awakenings, and can include subversion, submission, bondage, rough-play, self-pleasure, voyeurism, threesomes, gangbangs and other group pleasures. seduction. It may sometimes be primal, and oft-times raw I hope your visits, find something you like. The joy for sex is exactly that, joyous. alluring and thrilling. My motto: sexual gratification should be immediate and often.

14 Comments

  10. I especially like this bit:
    “make a choice
    I’ve made a choice
    it feels like shedding skin”
    – it feels like that to me a lot of the time when I make a decision… “fuck it” springs to mind, lol. Good poem 🙂

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