falling into the swirling abyss that is desire
overtaken and overcome, all reality falling away
fingers stretching out grabbing at, attempting to snatch hold of
something solid, there is nothing but air, sooo warm, stifling warm
eyes shut tight, so tight it hurts, and still falling, no landing spot,
nothing solid to settle into, no hand to catch your careening body
the tears push out the corner of your eyes, the force, the pull
up is down, is down up ... still searching for something solid
exhale hard, your breath stolen right from your very lips, like not
breathing at all
gasping as you tumble over and over, head over heels ... will the
bottom of this pit never be found
will this desire never cease
if a hand only grabbed your falling body now,
there you would be dangling over this bottomless pit .... is that hand
your savior or your devil in disquise
should you welcome this saving grace, or struggle with all your might,
to be left to continue falling into this pit of overwhelming desire
wish it away as you might, you know you yearn for it
to be overcome and overtaken by it ... to give in would be so easy
now, the struggle so tiresome
to fall away, to be enveloped in the delicious warmth ... softness,
then pressure, exertion and release
why struggle, why fight it
give into it all, your senses tell you .... give in ...
feel the hold on you drop away, your body falling free once more
no struggle, there is ease in the falling ... but how will it feel when
the bottom comes,
as much as you want feel it ... you know there is pain waiting for you
... even in the midst of this endless pleasure, there is pain ...
there is pain in the giving, even in the sweet release, there is a
tingling of it
how can it be so
such sweetness, borne of pain, how can this be?
Copyright ©2006 Delmina DeSousa
