Quiet Storm

Awakened and maddened


Alarm of voices

Banging loudly

And permeating through thick skin

Hair wrestling with pillow fabrics

Suffocating

And talking pillows begin to whisper

No longer a murmur

The screams are fading

The end is nearing

The sun is roaring

Targeting ashamed eyes

And mellow drifts through eyelids

Resting inside the walls

Adjacent to bangs once more

Covered in splattered fear

Her shell ascend

And mounts to the heavens

Frozen by peace

Or death

And whatever blood drawn

By the explosion of

An epiphany

Until then

In the midst of an unemotional downpour


I’ve released in candor, my passion runs deep

A feeling found in the crust of scarred tissue

Implanted within my being

And there a core prevails, full

And still

You haven’t realized my poetry

And I’ve spoken to you, heart beat to heart beat

And I’ve walked with you, rhythm to rhythm

And I’ve lain with you, quietly co-existing

With each breath betwixt the moment of silence

And silently we made a connection with our disconnection

We stared into our own eyes and dreams unraveled

Became undone in the frontier of hope

And still

You haven’t realized I died loving you

Until you realize the scent of a crushed flower

Is the fervor rising to our surface of genesis

Until you realize the truest hue of mahogany

Is the perfect blend of our bodies squeezing

Until you realize the gentle brush against my thigh

Is the birth of ecstasy

Until you realize that each breath taken

Is the moment captured in endless thought

Will you realize the depth in which my love flows

For only you

© Vernette Harris 2010