Poetry Collection Vol.1: Ex Nihilo

Infatuation

Infatuation

As if brushes of gentle winds upon daunting peaks.

Heart loses pace, stumbling in its beats.

As influx of blood fills blushing cheeks.

The way a zephyr lightly caresses a knoll.

Washing over grass as it gently blows,

Subtle, to a face once bereft of glows,

Chills give flesh rarest of tones.

Like cliff's ledge against water's edge below.

Just as likely come the desires to dive in,

Likewise are the pauses in remembrance.

Of states being so tragic and heart wrenched.

The awful flashbacks of then, storm tossed ashore again ragged and spent.

Drowned out by emotions in a vicious syndication.

Sounder judgement's sorely issued resignation.

Infatuation, an influence like a beautiful intoxication,

Thus lulled forward in lovely sedation.

Eyes lowered dreamily in trance-like meditations.

Asking "Is this it at dear last". Anticipating the Initial splash.

So begins again,

The careen into love's oceans and seas, Illusory and serene.

By Nicholas Moore