No matter what happens with us, your mind
Will always haunt me: sensitive, open
He takes mine into a broad chamber where
I rise and fall to his blood’s beat,
Hear his breath move, cling and clamber there.
Do I give myself to him?
Not as a handmaiden, bitterly and slavishly
But as a child hungry for knowledge.
Yes, utterly.
Then I bear him down my head’s own estuary
Carry him, ferry him to burial subliminally,
Sink into his flesh, engulfed, received by the
Soft girdle of my bones, a cave whose waves
Lave him repeatedly — until
The riving and the emergence
The expulsion and the awakening
The day, the present moment
Remorselessly calls —
Whatever happens this shall be
Nice composition of words.
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Welcome.
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Beautiful poetry.
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Love this! Well done!
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Thanks, Bill!
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you write with such intensity and feeling. I like to feel each verse and to seek within me its meaning.
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Thanks, Fer.
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Wow !
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You open my heart so wide it is ridiculous. Your words are literally heart opening. Like walking into a room of Love and Light. Each poet has a distinct energy about them for me, and Yours seriously feels just wide open, as far as the eyes can see, Love and Light. What a beautiful dance this poem shares. earthwalking13 nailed it. Wow! Thank You. Cheers! šš¤āļø
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Thank you, Katy, you’ve made my day. š
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Totally my pleasure!!!! š
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