One more .

[xunpredictablel]

You reached out your hand to me -
precariously,
I dangled on your fingertips.

Curiously,
I danced with an artist’s feet ,
and fell down on my knees to kiss your tender skin.

I cowered, looked up with frantic eyes,
protectively.
You cupped me in your hands to keep me from the storm.

Under your tentative care, my mind began to blossom.
Quickly,
my skin began to swell and my limbs to grow .

Finally,
I reach up my faltering hands.
I grasp your face between my fingers, feeling the tickle of your hair.

I part my searching lips.
Silently,
we are presents the other needs to unwrap.

Our vitality relies on the other.
Desperately,
we breathe - as if our sustenance will sustain you,
you,
always you.

We stand in a cove, water dripping down the walls.
Silver, almost like mercury, reflects us
listlessly.

Tenderly,
your fingertips brush against my lips.
Your glistening eyes held my visage.

Your palms lift my chin and we lock eyes
forever begging our affection.
Please, your tender words hold me higher.
We linger on tiptoes to reach the ceiling
that seems so high,
our eyes lifting until the new light blinds us.
And we lose our ability to question love,
or the lack thereof.

[shiina]

I love the way this poem just flows like silk, gentle and soft. It's almost like, as I read it, I could almost hear it being whispered in my ear. Throughout it all, I felt a bit of a sinister feeling behind it, and at first I thought I was imagining things. As for the last two lines; Wow. Pure freakin' gold, and they ended the poem with a darker feelinng, that I absolutely loved. It was a tad awkward how they're the only lines that rhymed, but at the same time, that was part of why I loved them so much, that slight awkwardness kind of interrupted the sweet flow of the poem with a bit of a bittersweet ending. I love it.

[Panda]

Is being active here~

It struck me as I read this poem, that due to the fact I know you, every letter of every word of every line fell into place. The poem, while not detailing your character, defines parts of you that are hardly hinted at in the actual writing. I do not, nor will I ever claim to know everything about you, or come close, but from what little I do know, this poem backs it up.

I would disagree on the 'sinister feeling behind it' (if for nothing more than to be dificult ^^) But I will atribute that oppinion to the fact my definition of sinister is miles away from Shiina's when it leans into a suggestive theme. In my sick, and arguably twisted 'boyish' mind I found this poem to be quite sweet; Innocent even.

The way you were able to convey the feeling of needing, and being needed was very impressive. It has that bashful, yet incredibly forward nature of the narator that I see in several of your other poems, which is not easy to describe, but works beautifuly. The way you and him play off of eachother in what sounds like a game of give and take works quite well with the innocent undertone. It is like you were able to capture the sensuality of a relationship, and retain the 'puppy love' charm to it at the same time. Not to say the feelings infered were anything but deep. but from "you, / always you" and on I started to get the feeling that he was doing more than his fair share of taking, and you were doing a little more giving.

towards the end I feel like there are deep emotions behind the phrases such as "We linger on tiptoes to reach the ceiling /
that seems so high," But as to what they are I can only guess at. But what is poetry if you dont have to guess at the meaning? That extra layer of depth that only a handful of readers, if any, will ever truly see is a poetic element that is hard to achieve.

The last two lines give me a (its not corny I swear) warm feeling that is very uplifting, yet slightly dark. But only dark in the sense of what might happen if you are blind to what love isnt actualy there, and uplifting due to the hope I have that it is.

Here's to more poems from you in the future, and more activity on AH~