they grasp at straws…

they grasp at straws

parched
for
a taste
of
hope
humans
will consume
poisonous lies
or
even
swear
a mirage
is
real
long before
the madness
has
set in
others
will take
the sacrament
of
sports
where
nothing
has
a consecrated element
just
gladiators and lions
to
distract
their minds
away from
what
they
truly
thirst for
some
tangible
answer
to
their prayers

 

 

these words i write…

Photograph by Vlad

my words
are all around you
feel them
against your skin
gentle as my lips
tracing the curvature
of your spine
in our warm bed
just
before morning’s dawn
do not ask if this will end
close your eyes
hold this moment
a gentle breeze
caressing the soul’s passion
holding our love
within this hallowed sanctuary
where each touch
is a sacred point
of the cross
in our love
and
where every breath
i take
becomes
a holy
sacrament
of
love  

Jade and Vlad have done it again…forced me to write a love poem during this challenge because of the image they provided.  For those of you new to this recent challenge…the whole idea behind it is to send a picture ( in this case by Vlad) to the other as inspiration (to the visual muse), and the other has to write a poem inspired by the image.  Please take a look at how Jade has responded to my most recent challenge photograph on her site.