"Drink in the silence
I whisper in kisses wet with wine
Taste red in the darkness
Lips scaled
Lines taste of sand
Pulsing red with sun and wind
In the blue cold that envelopes us I swallow your yelps
Like drinking from the beating heart of our midnight passion
My fingers find the delicate pink sand dollars
Knubbed on an alabaster white only my fingers see
My palms running across the ivory cage
The beating of a humming bird music I breathe
Breathe in the sweet fragrance tall ocean grass black and wet with beads of sweat
Your rigidity pressed against mine
My hand scoops up the sea foam to share between our tongues
Hot and sticky
Warms my neck as I rub my fingers across your collar"




Ok poetry used to come really easy to me. The poem above is severely forced and it feels like it. I've never had trouble like this writing a poem, not since 2nd grade. I guess this is what happens when you don't work on your art regularly. Which is not good since I've not really done any art in 2 years. Crap. I need to change something in my life so that I'm making art on a regular basis again. Dude I couldn't even finish this poem, what is wrong with me?