fulfillment

TO PAUSE

To Pause

Abandon me
so I may postpone
this satisfaction
and
for an irrelevant time alone
subsist on nothing
but my starving need
for your fulfillment

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 20 September, 2014

DRENCHED

 

I soaked myself
in your pleasure:

sounds,
dripping like images
from your lips

No sooner had I drained you
and filled myself
than your half expired
body came alive

and, I,
already bloated,
asked for more

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 20 September, 2014

TO WANT ONLY SOME OF IT ALL

The sometimes
of the most of my always
ensnares me
in its often trap
and though by I pass
in silence
I cannot blind
the all seeing knower
that fondles me
with sweet maybe impressions
and tickles my soul
with partial bliss
and otherworldly
here not there
allowable temptations
that only so far
have shaken my distant senses
with semi-translucent delirium
more often than not ever
but much more than
an inexcusable
not quite nearly enough!

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 22 June, 2011

THOUGHT #210

Not having all of a thing is inconsequential to enjoying its wholeness; it’s only through lack of something that we allow the demands of fulfillment to slide, forgetting that the freedom of imagination completes everything.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 5 February, 2012

LOVE-SICK

 

If I were a cloud
and not a white fluffy cloud
– but a dirty grey storm cloud –
I would shake my acid rain
to fall like sweat atop your skin
and burn you with the rancid drops
that swirl inside my filthy ocean

And with the might of a lion
I would roar your name
when my tempest was ripe

And when it pleased me
I would shoot arrows of light
from my electric soul
straight into your blinded
love-sick heart

Were I a cloud

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 14 July, 2010

THE EFFECT YOU HAVE ON ME

 

When asleep,
intent allows
I doze to dream
– aroused –
of you.

I wake to lust,
robust with hunger,
starving
for a glimpse of you.

And in a trance
I rise to seize
– to freeze –
an instant here
with you.

BUT!

I won’t retire
tried and spent!
Instead,
I slumber,
yet,
to dream of you.

Throughout the day
I crave
(I’m crazed!)
the lingering wants
I won’t release.

Desire
keeps me occupied:
my mind inside
unstable from the tease.

And time,
it passes,
fast escaping
– raping –
my increasing need
to lay at home
– alone –
and close my eyes
and doze,
aroused,
and dream.

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 3 January, 2003

AFTERWARDS

 

Thundering heartbeats
pounding with authority
emphasise the seclusive desire
to explore deeper
into reposeful slumber
by enhancing
the physical
momentum
tenfold.

Responding to
unlimited satisfaction
gospel silence is achieved
and all entities within
journey forth
into the
escapade of . . .

now.

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written: date unknown