Hidden Treasure

In my forays into poetry I've realized two things. First that I've always thought good poetry difficult to write and hence have stayed close to prose. Secondly, now that I've started writing I have this intense dislike of the pieces I've written. Almost as soon as I've posted I want to delete what I've written. Makes me laugh a bit though. If this act of creation or expression leaves such a bad aftertaste, I pray for any children I might have :D


Breathless laugh
Tingling skin
Sweet sweet kiss
Crazy madness
Again and again
No….no…n
Again….yes

Wait come back here
Impish heavenly delight
Laughter and kisses

Friendly touches increase in temperature,
Duration,
Pressure,
Rhythm
moving, like the same dance with the right beat
too sweet

Groaning
Vision not sensitive enough to chart feeling
Mercy! Is this me? YES

Sweet Lord how do you do this
so disgustingly easily,

Match me, reach me, tempt me
hidden treasure mine to unearth
Touch me, reach me, tempt me,
know me,
Hidden treasure half uncovered
Another day to discover
where friendship leads


M. Woodham