Terrestrial

Her eyes shine blue, but grey in storm
Movements of a dancer
Curves, ebbing, flowing, crashing together
Ocean waves as flesh

Sweet flowing nectar, giving life
Ruby jewels parting, shining, enticing
Perfect blinding distractions

There’s a deeper truth, always going deeper
Seeing right through to
Leviathan just beneath the surface
Eddies swirl

A flash of the surface glare blinding
Pure light, so shade your eyes
Oh! A star pulses
Cold fire burning from within
Shining with out

Her eyes a deer frozen, afraid
Containing a gentleness
But going deeper to her core
A cage with rusted locks

Inside, buried, love cries
But freedom crooks her finger
Offering a chance, a choice
To be whole and running free
To become much more than cold echoes

But a flaming light
Warmth found in words
The lock crushed and bars broken
Fleeing, her deer-feet kick
Heart thumping
Trees and meadows rushing by

The sun is in her flowing hair, beautiful
Now nature made flesh and beaming
Truth exposed

It’s enough to make men weep in awe
As if nothing was ever beautiful before her
Like a phoenix rising
Blinding and brilliant yet
Deadly to the heart of her chosen

Nothing will ever be the same


tara caribou | ©2018-2021

Read more like this in my poetry book, Fallen Star Rising.

36 Comments on “Terrestrial

  1. An open pathway
    Life
    To eyes
    To heart
    To soul
    Instants of beauty
    To behold
    Innumerable and unique
    Fleeting and precious
    So easily missed
    By preoccupied humans

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  2. This is a beautiful poem, Tara, very sensual and erotic. For me there is a sense of longing for love…but not at the cost of freedom – that desire to achieve perfection both in one’s life and in one’s relationships. Wonderful.

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