Speechless

SPEECHLESS

By Always Angelo

Speechless.

I don't usually get this way.

Not so fast, nor so soon.

Stumbling over my words

And trying to conceal things that are --

Obvious.

As the motion of my brain undulating

To-and-fro like the waves of

A Jamaican beach

Works within the confines of

Specific and strategic moves.

Trying to be

Meticulous.

Is my design, my plan

For self-preservation for I

Know I am losing myself

Too quickly. And the warnings

Of my head are

Redundant. The voices in my eyes

Cry the same cry but their

Efforts are --

Superfluous.

It doesnt matter.

The cry, the wail the moan

Of warning is wonderfully

Filtered through my fantasy.

Becoming the wails, moans and

Cries of passion and ecstasy.

But to move further is

Dangerous.

I feel that you need me.

My touch.

My caress across the small of

Your back. My adoring

Admiration of your

Abdomen. And I Need

To be lifted.

Above this realm of obligation

And morality,

Out of the consciousness

And consequence. But

To do so would be

Frivolous.

Is that what this is?

A childs game gone awry?

An exercise in my own vanity?

Or a chemical reaction

As the dizzying effects

0f your smile regress me

Towards giddiness and a high

A high so high

I am lifted.

But such vertical

Movement can be

Ambiguous.

As we know that

What goes up

Must come crashing down.

And therein lies my caution.

Not only for my own protection

But as a vanguard for

Your state of mind.

So here I stand.

Speechless.

Envying my dreams

That embody all

That is sexy about you

And your smile. Jealous

Of my thoughts

Which show no restraint

Nor need to

As they connect to your

Ephemeral existence.

I am

Speechless.

As I dream a dream

That must soon be gone

From me. But now that dream is

Delicious.

As is the nape of your neck

And your closed eyes

As I press my lips

Against them. The gentleness

Of a kiss upon the lips

Ignites energy that is

Boundless.

I am truly

Speechless.

(c) Angelo Bell