i want me some
west texas dust storm
kinda love
plowing
pounding
i want the kind that
rams into me like
a gale force wind
a gale force wind
comin’ in
striking me with
striking me with
all its fury
knocking me out
of my arid reality
penetrating through
the outer layers
past the buffers
in between
plunging
puncturing
i want the kind that
shows no clemency
movin’ me
in ways inexplicable
entangling my hair
stinging my eyes
stirring my heart
ripping my soul apart
ramming deeper and deeper
grinding down and round
oozing into that deep dark
core of no return
penetrating
permeating
i want the kind that
drives the gusts
of love unbridled
transporting me from
the lifeless illusion
and hard dry surface of
my existence
suspending me in time
eroding all of what was
depositing what is into
the lush oasis of love
unknown before
piercing the heart
piercing the flesh
merciless
yeah, i want me some
west texas dust storm
kinda love...
electrifying
death-defying
6 comments:
Well yahoo, Gypsywoman! That was one lovely piece. Although I'm reading something other than just a dust storm between the lines. Don't know if I'm right or if it's just my twisted imagination. But, I do love this terrain. I don't know if you know but my home of origin is Egypt, and we have dust storms all the time that sweep in from the desert and leave Cairo swooning in their orange swirls, especially in the April/May time frame. And, I live in Texas, so how about that? To say that this is very much up my alley would be an understatement. I enjoyed it completely!
Nevine
oh, nevine, there's ALWAYS something going on between the lines over here! :)
however, in this case, it was meant quite literally - cause this is the only kind of love i've ever had - ever wanted! i just want it again! and the other day, on one of my posts, something came up about what could we understand of love [was it your comment???] and my response was oh, i don't wanna UNDERSTAND love, i wanna FEEL love - and i used the metaphor of a west texas dust storm in my response - and the instant i wrote it i knew i wanted to do a full piece with that metaphor -
AND i used to live in west texas and will never forget the dust storms - mouths full of grit - sand pricking your skin - oh, god, how i loved it's "rawness" - how it confirmed that you were ALIVE -
sorry, i digress - yes, i had known your origin but am glad you reminded me - and the texas thing - so you know way more than i about dust storms, having experienced the ancient ones, so to speak!
so glad you liked - always love hearing from you! have a wonderful remainder of the day, lady!
oh yeeaahh.....
I want me some of that too....
I have been reading back through many of your poems - just wonderful!
I shall return - often!
oh, hello and welcome deb - yes, we should all have that west texas dust storm kind of love - you know, the magic kind that hits you the moment your eyes meet!!! you can't breathe - your heart's pounding - and you've not even said hello yet!
thanks so much for coming by and i do appreciate your browsing and reading - there are a few things also over at my gypsywomanworld blog that you might like - check out the sacred forest of the snow tiger over there, for sure -
and thanks again for following along here - hope to see you often!
have a great day!
wooo, I don't have many things to say about this one that wouldn't really just plain old incriminate me way beyond my comfort level :)
♥
OMG, LINDA!!! TOO TOO FUNNY!!! girl, too funny!!! LOLLOL! we've all had those relationships that knock you off your feet the minute you meet, the second your eyes see each other! you know, those kinds of west texas dust storm love and lust at first sight relationships! yeah, i want me another one of those!!!
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