Reflections Surreal Poem by David Lacey

I remember so well seeing you for the first time
Laying my gaze upon your youthful and oh so tender flesh,
Little did I know such a beauty would bloom upon the
Journey of adolescence. Little did I know that you
Would breathe such fresh breathe into my world.
I remember so well knowing you for the first time,
Sitting besides you in the classroom of our unwinding,
Asking you what it was you worse beneath the cloth
That hugged so tightly to your figure that I little room
For reason as lust and trust in instinct were united in a
Lifetime of maddened passion enflamed. Nothing would
Have been the same if we had kissed and always will I
Feel as though it was something that I missed, for you,
Your were my first blue, the abyss of blue out of time
And place. Now full of faith in destiny but still unsure of
My face I remain a fool upon the hill, masked, triumphant
In some insane mockery of knowing through imagination
The touch of your lips upon my skin. Let me in, Let me in.

I remember so well having you lead me upon a leash upon
The stairwell towards of destination, I remember well the
Way I felt when you could rest your thighs upon my knee,
When you would please me unknowing with the most uncomplicated
And miraculous of smiles. I’d walk miles upon my knees to be beside you,
Just know that that you are there in essence, breathing beauty into
This world of ours that once glowed so green. These days industrial
Tones alongside industrial stylings derange the aspirations of dreamers
Who try to imagine the horizon beyond the cooling of the towers?

I remember you worrying about your future,
I remember how I felt knowing that you would never imagine me beside you,
Lying awake, naked in your arms, the dream did me more harm than good.

To be your butler, to be your slave,
To wade upon my knees and savour the scent of your presence upon the breeze.
Alas how I felt when you would pass me by so easily without an ounce of
Desire enflamed within your eyes, so insecure was I, in such a confusion of adoration,
For you incited in me a passion out of fashion with my age and you would not believe me.

I would never deceive you,

I remember awaiting you sat upon the wall and seeing you stride upon the path
Looking unreal in you perfection as if some surreal reflection of a goddess incarnate
Had penetrated into this world of mine. I remember playing guitar to you, and I know
How much I would love to play for you now, how I would love to relive our time together, prefects with badges to prove our false authority, but loving the joke, you and I
Looking after a class of young and hopeful rebels. I feel hollow within the memory
Of missing every opportunity I could ever imagine to kiss you, just once, simple and
Uncomplicated, a kiss, a kiss, so bliss I may never miss out on again.
All I ever dreamed of was to know the sweet caress of your palms upon my form
All I ever dreamed of was shelter in your arms from the storm outside a raging.
Enslaved upon your knees in plastic iron, resembling some fair maiden from some
Ancient act of seduction portrayed. Oh how I wanted you to want me, How still it
Would make me cry tears of joy within to hold you close against my skin.
Let me in, let me in, let me in to your memories of I,
Let me sail the ocean of wonder I perceive within your arms,
Always feeling as though I could never deserve you
Always hoping that throughout the mists of obscurity
You would stride out stretching your arms to me and
Help lift this burden of mine and beseech to me your carnal wisdom.

I wrote a song for you
I painted for you
I thought of you always
And never did you know.
Never did I get to know your caress
Never did I get to know you undressed
Never did I get to bless the day I slipped between your thighs
Waving goodbye as I would to skies of bleak unknowing.
Show me the way; reveal to me your heart.