~A Peek At My Poetry~

“Eternal Tryst”

The first time I saw
You walk in, all else
Fell away from the room,
From this world.
I felt captivated and hopelessly meek.

Passion filled embraces followed
By erotically laced nights, and all else
Existed recklessly without regard,
Without devout caution.
We were mindlessly immersed in heat.

When you captured me into
Your sensual being, all else
Fell into place within my heart,
Within this realm.
I felt blissfully and willingly weak.

Our love affair conquered
Time's endless tests, and all else
Were insignificant obstacles,
Unwavering stumbles.
We were breathlessly complete.

Copyright © 2012-2014 – Melissa Kinnel [All Rights Reserved]
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“Love Finale”

Feeling regret

About this thing we had;

This thing

That used to be passionate,

Used to…

Feel incomparable.

Feeling regret

About the thing we shared;

The thing

That used to be ecstasy,

Used to…

Feel incredible.

Feeling regret

About the thing we nurtured;

This thing

That used to be unending,

Used to…

Feel resplendent.

Feeling regret

About the thing we cherished;

The thing

That used to be unrehearsed,

Used to…

Feel exclusive.

Feeling no regret

About the thing we smothered;

The thing

That used to be our love,

Used to…

Feel like suffocation.

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“Restraints”

Silver bangles around my wrists,

Clink clanking as I work;

Restraints?

Or beautiful echos singing an eloquent song?

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"The Encirclement of Love"

You grasp it—and hold it.

Caress it—and fondle it.

Then, you wonder why go

through it.

It hurts you—and saddens you.

Tires you—and runs you.

Then, you ponder how to go

through it.

It has power—and dignity.

Fortitude—and magnitude.

Then, you wish to go

through it.

They grasp you

—hold you

—caress you

—fondle you.

And you hurt them

—sadden them

—tire them

—run them.

Then, you know you’ve been

through it.

Copyright © 2010-2014 – Melissa Kinnel

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