Creative Poetry: I. You. It.

Oh my. This is a very interesting poem, given the time it was written. So the allusion is quite naked here (see what I did there?), and free for all to see. But here's the thing, it was written before I had any experience in the matter. Which would make this piece juxtaposed with the expectation of intimacy. Read on, have fun. Maybe I will write on the matter again.

Silence. Darkness.
A blinding light.
You shade your eyes
Cower under its brilliance.

Under the gathering clouds

The winds grow stronger

A memory of warmth

Of love, does surrender

Heat waves crash;

Burn and scald the skin

A feverish smile

Finds pleasure in the pain

All is gone, lost, forgotten

Your past, your present

A voice, across oceans

Is the only surviving reality

Shiver. It’s cold.
Insecurity that chills
Ice like pin pricks
Clouds of frigid doubt

In the end you succumb

Lie in foetal submission

Wraps its arms around you

Bliss that makes you shudder

Never does it hesitate

To lift you to heaven

And yet you expect

To be dropped down the same

I see you. Through and through

I want you, you, and you;

For as long as you’d have me

I, and mine, is true.