Funeral of the Warm Hands

A transition from wanting soft physical love to a journey of independence and freedom

I was prepared
To counteract the storms
Or a big tidal wave
But sometimes even Hoover dam
Couldn't keep the Colorado at bay
It would overflow
And would try to drown me
Silly me,I thought I would float
So I grabbed their hands
With a wish,they would hold 'em tighter
If not tighter,atleast with passion
But all I saw my hands left in the cold
Like a dead body,lifeless in the port of their stout stardy hands.
But I had a fire in me
Which didn't allow me to be dead for long.
I rose high
I rose alone
I started closing rest of the windows,
Windows that I kept open
For the last drop of evening dew
To soak my face for the minimal love,bare affection and homely belongingness.
But it's always better to be a headstrong emperor than a regular pauper.
Now I ride on those big waves and even if I drown,I scratch the surface again .
I'm ruthless,I'm powerful and
I will not be crushed
Not for love,not for allies
Not for a home.

Reviews

[Kim S.]

But sometimes even Hoover dam
Couldn't keep the Colorado at bay
It would overflow
And would try to drown me
Silly me,I thought I would float

Love this part, this is one amazing write

[gibsontrevor]

Great poem! It's very nice

[Parsa]

Thank you so much Gibson!