The soft, light touch of a jelly's sting,
Sending through, with my ears made to ring.
Wrapping around my arm so, so tight.
I pull back hard- with all my might.
Brushing fire, yellow and red,
-inserted deep, with nerves to dread.
Bubbling purple, and white with ooze,
Too hard my pull? An arm to lose.
My breath all gone and kicks gone slow.
Pulled gently into beauty, as a whole.
My hair up in the water, pushed down with shock,
As another wraps around my head and starts to lock.
My arm let go? And my waist ablaze?
My nose pumping water, over my eyes a haze.
Current soars all through my thickening blood,
My lugs pumping perfect, full of flood.
My arms slide over, and my hands touch soft.
In an embrace, the jelly squeezed, the rest of me aloft.
My forehead against beauty, with light shinning from above.
It pushes me away, and as I gasp for air, I realize... all it wanted was love.
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Behind My Eyes
PoetryA posting of every poem that I've ever written ...in continuation, as I write new things and express myself. Experience everything that lies behind my eyes. I am not very active on this site and only have used it to draw out my talents and express...
