Pencil drawing by Anda via Deviantart
Reflections show that time passes
stroking smoothness around hollow
haunted eyes.
There’s talk of stories
behind those panes of azure blue
whispers are seldom true.
Oh, those lips touched icy cold
on the tip of your consciousness
blackening your soul.
Making love to your psyche
as your ego inflated
ejaculating over the clean sheet of reality.
Veiled hooded and tarnished
hiding away from the world,
fingers raise to the cold glass
in sudden longing for fragments lost un-shared.
So I walk away.
Musings and Smatterings 
Hi, like the ejaculating over the clean sheet of reality
Brilliant Shan… x
Hello Shan –
“Making love to your psyche…”. Isn’t this so true!!! Awesome poem. 🙂
Imagery and event combine in this one to make the lines like gunshots. Fine free verse and I love the ending. Thanks for playing today, my friend.
You’ve found your element and it’s elemental – working its way through unusual descriptions and sexy participles, and a realization that clears debris. Well done!
Shan,
Walking away is the hardest thing to do..
Love you Imagery.
xoxox
Jess
Enjoyed the intensity of this piece. It is laden with great imagery and words. Powerful stuff! ~ Rose
ejacualting on the clean sheet of reality…ha…nice and vivid…and a played final line.
Making love to your pysche…so much truth in this line…a much deeper meaning than what is hidden and veiled …bkm
The reflection and the words give a more complete picture. I enjoyed this read very much.
“in sudden longing for fragments lost un-shared.”
how many lives end and take those fragments with them? each of your poems astounds and awes me, Shân. always so much power in your words, whatever form your delivery takes. ♥