Entangled in Sensual Metaphors

Written By Rob Taylor

An unruly cloudburst
pummels the esplanade,
tourist beach crowds
sprinting for cover.
Steadfast in the scurry,
our eyes fixed upon
each other—the
imaginary embrace,
strangers briefly
entangled in sensual
metaphors.

Rain drops carelessly 
ricochet off sun-bleached
concrete.

You reappeared in my
deep sleep fortress,
an illusion empowered
to convey a veiled message
I could not decipher.
You—drifting away as I
tried to speak, my words
having no form.

I relinquish my bed for
a freshly brewed espresso,
staring out the bay
window at a struggling
sunrise.

Rain drops carelessly
ricochet off sun-bleached
concrete.

Rob Taylor

Rob Taylor is a writer, poet, photographer and a certified metaphysics and consciousness coach. Rob shares a modern perspective on individual inner work, consciousness expansion, and the complexities of human behaviour.

https://www.inner-works.today
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