The Cradle Rocks Poem by Tamisha Bellamy

The Cradle Rocks

Rating: 5.0


Rain and Lightning
Perfume and Incense
Rain and Pleasure
Skin so tight
Infatuation so intense
Deep intoxication and the gaining of Timothy's thoughts that his bloodless mother could achieve
Thoughts and bitter memories shared between the trust and trustee

Salty sweat soaks the sheets
Timothy's soft, feminine hands clutches Jaime's forty year old spine
A rose blooms
A torch is lit
Fireworks shoot across the sky
The cradle rocks
The cradle rocks

Timothy is the wave
Jaime is the ocean
Bodies of two boats colliding- becoming a massive ship
The wind becomes untamable when everything within their environment shakes, raddles, and elevates in motion

What can be prevented?
Is it love or is it death?
Is it lust or is it the celebration of being strenghthend?
These souls will decide
Windows shatter
Hearts fly
Darkness finds light
The cradle rocks
The cradle rocks

And the cradle still stands when the moon has fallin'

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