Wondering Wandering

Wondering Wandering

Is it there in the bottom of your heels?

Or is it at the very tip of your toenails?

Is it there behind your headboard?

Or is it casually thrown away in the remnants of a pile of clothes? 

Is it there gathered in the gutter of your shower?

Or is it floating away in a water conservatory?
Is it there lost in the humid jungles of old?
Or is it buried under tons of hot dessert sand?
Is it there floating up in the clouds?
Or is it being tossed around by a rage-full northern gust?
Is it there in orbit out in the foreign space?
Or is it joining the constellation of some lonely cosmos?

Length

Length 

Longer than the clues left by her nimble feet

Stretching forward into the deeper crevice of her long slender legs

There, waiting, a ray of hope to make a long cold winter melt with ease 

Combustion

Combustion 

Uttering a long list of eloquent mutterings.

All with a violent and passionate vehemence. 

All directed towards a being of moderate attraction.

All to express a perversely innocent infatuation. 

All vomited out by a pair of trembling lips. 

All falling on indifferent callous ears. 

Intro

I am a nineteen year old young man with a morbid interest in literature, poetry, and films. Throughout my short life I've had trouble finding peers who share my infatuation with literature. So, in a final attempt at finding like minded individuals, I have turned to posting my thoughts on a medium used by many.