The Web Poetry Corner - Erik Walter Lauritzen - Seven Layers Of Heaven (In Four Parts)
Seven Layers Of Heaven (In Four Parts)
by
Erik Walter Lauritzen
For P.B.
I
The heat of the night,
Frozen windshield,
not a star in sight
Her pulse was strong
My hands were hard, worn
from the bitter cold
The heat of her lips,
the roundness of her hips,
the secret of her lips,
the hidden desire that
fuels a night like this.
II
The Cold brittle night
as if to mock my love,
the air is visible
she sees that I live
But for her I'd die
Take a bullet meant for her
jump in front of a speeding train
to push her to safty
But this night seems to want
to damn me to a hell that is more
devious than any hell before
The night calls to me in it's murky silence
very telling.
III
My fists they are reitred
My piston has taken over
My heart has been spade
Yet it won't let the love
all ready caught escape,
Locked in
And it's on a night like this
when breath is visible
and the passion obvious
and our bodies in motion have
to maintain enough heat to
let us survive to plan the
decadence for the coming day
IV
The night is sometimes not
long enough,
Time is fleeting when I'm
near you
But every hour that feels like
a minute to my mind
is better spent with you
than dreaming of how you
taste
and how you feel
and how you smell
And if this night wants to damn me
to a hell like none before
Your accepting me into your warm
womb-like embrace is
my only cause for atonement
And this night can damn me
Because that single envelope'd
embrace is like seven layers of
heaven
Each one better than the one before
and to kiss your sulrty neck while
there is like becoming God
and not wanting to go home.