Obsession

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Desire…

Is it good enough?

….Lights

Silence takes the room hostage

We watched her...

Thick hips

Pink lips

Walking through the hallway.

No smoking allowed

But the haze filled the room

Added to the mystery.

Dancing at her podium

She smiles

She teases

Looking in my direction always

Strobe lights flicker

Imitating my heartbeat

Watching on, at the contortion of her frame

Play, Rewind, Play, Rewind

But never does she stop

Each scene in slow motion

As the curves of her body

Tugs on her dress

Yelling…“Please come save me from myself”

….Seclusion

Pretty little thing

She made me fall in love with her

Made me imagine my fingers seducing her

As she pressed her body against me

She knows I want her

She smiles

She teases

Her fingers followed the vines of her tattooed rose

All the way to the brushless roots

Fiddling at the moisten leaves

Wasn’t this her way of flirtation?

Wasn’t this her subtle invitation?

I enjoyed our conversation

Her body spoke

I listened.

….The agreement.

Yet unconcerned with fighting my temptation

And the rules within the arrangement

I tasted her

Sunk myself deep within her

Forced my weight to restrain her

Repeatedly confession my love for her…

The taste of her sweat stained my memory

The aroma of her perfumed made my senses crazy

Why couldn’t she want me too?

Why couldn’t she see I loved her?

Everything about her

The shade of her lips stick stained my collar

A blemish I would welcome any day

But not today

I didn’t mean to hurt her…

I only wanted her to stop screaming…

I swear I didn’t mean to squeeze her so tightly

I never meant to kill her…

I never meant too.

Desire…

Is it good enough?

Olsfred James 2013©

Something

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There is something

Pacing the floors

The boards creek

The hinges rattle

And there is screeching

From closed doors.

There is something

Standing in the corner

Growing increasingly impatient

Watching and waiting

Focused in your direction

The empty eyes of another.

There is something

In the shadows

Where it came from

No one knows

On your way home

I think it followed.

There is something

Beneath your bed

Inhaling your exhalation

Intoxicated by your fear

Straggly curling fingers

Bushing along your hair.

Something I earlier

Could have shared

It waits till midnight

To claim what is his

You could kill it

But it’s already dead.

Olsfred James 2013©

Trapped

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The white noises consumed every frequency

Static

No transmission

Hissing pixels

Racing across the screen

Echoing unhurriedly

100 mile per hour winds tore at it all

Its howling voice entered every windows crack

Tugged at every hinged

Swept every floorboard

Persistent on getting in

Until ceiling met foundation

This event – terrifying - crumbled nations

The earth danced beneath me

Swallowing cities whole

With a monstrous appetite too big for one continent alone

Dormant volcanoes stretched from slumber

As ash and gas filled the air

Magma trailed the streets

Convulsing repeatedly

These trees bowed before me

They screamed of the torment

Broke from their involvement

And separated from their root

Curtsying forcefully

The disarray of nature around me

Animals knew not what to do

Birds flew in circles

Caged beasts grew violent confessing something they knew

Standing still in time

I watched as the tides met the shore

As the once standing structures stood tall no more

What if this storm never ends?

If day to night was lightening strike

Of a toddler’s scribbles sketching across the sky

Misconstrued as flashing lights from the aliens above

Of pictures taken of the earth below

These terrifying notions

With their beauty ever so deeply hidden

Questioning our existence

As if we were ever alone in the beginning

Safety: a mirage my fearful soul fabricated

To cope with the truth

That it is here

Wrap in the conversations of the night

Center of attention from the eyes staring down

The attention be it overwhelming

Finally it is here

Face to face

You and I.

Olsfred James 2013©