The Thought, Impasse

Woman behind Gate
The wind blows my soul across the seven seas,
and the rain may come to wash this body clean,
but for now, my mind is soiled by the thought
of touching you again and again and again.

Oh my lover, come to me
I burn with such intensity
That ridicules the savagery
Of all that is pent up in me
Awaiting sweet release
I chose your magic wand of bliss
Could you deny the feral kiss
Exposing all my need
May I fall softly in your arms
Seduction is a tantric charm
When touch becomes divine
This realm, no longer mine
Transcends nirvana

©Kay Salady



About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on April 1, 2016, in Kay Salady Poetry, poetry, the poetry of kay salady, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: