Torture Through A Prism

Hello everybody. It's me again. Back with another poem. This one was written in a few different sittings. I kept hitting the wall, so to speak. And I'd have lines come to me rather quickly, then the inspiration would dry up, and I'd have to save the file and put it away. But I was finally able to complete it. The poem's central theme is an emotion that we have all felt in our lives. Lust. But the poem is written from the perspective that the narrator is attracted to one particular person, and he is telling her how much he wants. But he speaks about his frustration, in having to view her from afar. He even goes so far as to compare her to a prism, through which light shines, and amazes everyone in it's view. And seeing her, without being able to be with her, is a form of torture to him. So that's where the title, "Torture Through A Prism," comes from. So hopefully that explains the meaning behind the poem. Because a lot of the things the narrator says in the poem, are pretty straight-forward and self-explanatory. He is also trying to express his erotic thoughts of being with her, without being vulgar or disrespectful. But again, I'm sure all of you will have no problems understanding or enjoying this poem. As always, feel free to leave your thoughts in the comment section. And thank you all for reading this, it means more than you will ever know.

"Torture Through A Prism"
2013

This life is but a prism,
Through which you've truly shined
But to witness this is torture,
Or some I've come to find
For the colors you'd emit,
Are so very bright to see
That the morning sun is jealous,
And leaves only night for me
And with no stars to decorate the darkness,
I'm left to find a different source of light
So this fool will venture out alone,
With such a potent urge to fight
But as all of this occurs,
You're busy shining in your place
And never notice that you eclipse,
The other women in your space
But like the moth closest to the flame,
I will often fail to learn
That when your light is magnified
I am often left to burn
And as the smoke begins to rise
Like a certain part of me
I know what'll catch your eyes
Won't be hard to see
For this life is but a prism,
Through which you did reflect
With mosaics often made,
With each glimpse we did collect
But every fleeting second,
Was far too short a time
So now I'm left to reckon,
Just how to make you mine
'Cause I've longed to press you to the wall,
Like you were a poster for a child
While tearing through your clothing,
Like some kind of creature wild
Then I'd entice you with the whispers,
Of things you've seldom ever heard
Before I'd press your lips to mine,
As if trying to drink your every word
But as all these thoughts occur,
You're busy shining in your place
And never notice you eclipse,
The other women in your space
But like the moth closest to the flame,
I will often fail to learn
That when your light is magnified
I am often left to burn
And as the smoke begins to rise
Like a certain part of me
I know what'll catch your eyes
Won't be hard to see
Oh, this life is but a prism
That I have tried to solve
Like the cube you give to children
With the sides that do revolve
But it's a toy that's too complex
For those with a shorter fuse
See, dear, it's much like you
When you flirt and then refuse
And then you give a list of wants
That you often file as needs
While the ground that's inbetween us
Gets overrun by weeds
But I know there have been fools
That would lie and sing your praise
And with so many blowing smoke
You got so caught up in haze
But I'm here to clear the air
Using words you know are true
And darling, please believe
Talking's not all this tongue can do
So if you would lay down
And put your fears to rest
I'd slowly dip below your waist
And disappear beneath your dress
Then you could use your hands
To journey through my hair
And direct my best intentions
To a place beyond compare
Until you reached the heights
That helped you talk to god
Or at least call him by his name
And know I was to blame
And yet, I'd gladly take the time
To re-trace the steps I took
If that was your current wish
That you suggested with a look
Or if you preferred another act
You'd only need to speak aloud
And I will change your body's shape
And leave you floating on a cloud
But as all these thoughts occur,
You're busy shining in your place
And never notice you eclipse,
The other women in your space
But like the moth closest to the flame,
I will often fail to learn
That when your light is magnified
I am often left to burn
And as the smoke begins to rise
Like a certain part of me
I know what'll catch your eyes
Won't be hard to see
But the only queston is,
Would you give me a chance to prove
That what I will bring to you is bliss,
As you feel your body move
Or will you continue to torture me
Making sure I look and never touch
Like you're excited by the fact
I've continued wanting you as much
As I have ever wanted anything
Inside this life of mine
'Cause it's hard to stop and smell the roses,
When you're viewed solely as a vine...