Your perfection gives me nightmares

You are like a shining star

far from my planetary  stainlessness

separated by our geometric distance.

 

I cannot stand your fathomage

I am a blurred piece of art

I tremble under your frost.

The weight of holy breeze,

the coldness of seeing you

I want to plant your pilgrimage

inside my heart 

 

I want to keep you close,like a brocade

It’s the taste of you, opalescent winter-dawns

I am lured by your perfection

I’m dying like a mythical bird

on the verge of extinction

So unsatisfied talking with you

 

My periphery vibrates to your rhythm

seeking your engrossment

And to breathe under our tree of remembrance.

My dreams smolder my nights 

The days are distasteful 

as the last ash of my tears.

Reviews

[eglantine]

Nice poem, def needs some polishing and tightening up. I really like "My dreams smolder my nights"

[David Scott]

"So unsatisfied talking with you"
The one line that sums up the tourcher...
Well captured.