Eye of the Needle.

Attractor gravitating to
a standstill,
Pulling strong to repel
with frightening profundity,
To push away from that moment
too pure to comprehend,
That moment beyond words in
deep caress outside the
physical reach,
That touch, yearning so bad
for just one more touch,
Standing on the needle's eye
to pierce more flesh just
to feel... Something.
Something close to what
that was,
To melt into those eyes, those
dangerous, mysterious
eyes,
No lies for no words to speak,
Nothing to seek as everything
lay bare,
Without a care for one moment in
movement,
Vibrations reaching frequencies
unseen in aeons,
Hypnotised by tides of deep
breathing waves,
Reaching climax when two
become one,
Powerful attractors of such
magnitude,
Unready, repelling the two
to farther extremes,
Unable to feel but pain in
streams,
Longing for that profundity,
Yearning for that touch beyond
touches,
Only the needle's eye remains,
in self deluded justification, both
components refrane in awe and
fear... Longing.
-END-
D. Chapman
7/29/2011

Jibberish

Restless once too
often,
Soften ripe for the
skinning of a
turbulent soul,

Critical mass at half
staff, portioned remains
of a life
unlived,
Tender dripping the
separated whole,

Hole to the strange
crimson manifest
trickling from a
broken scab,
Distinct from others
yet indistinct within,
Radiant? No. Just
dim.
-END-
D.C. Chapman
7/20/11