Somewhere in this growing pain
Grows life,
Skin of anguish thin across
Junctures caught between
Lust and joy
In simple pleasure
And heartbeats shared
With panting breath
And growing heat
Somewhere in this madness
Lives calm,
Pooling deep inside
The constant craze of unstopped living
In moments drawn
Out into stillness
By knowing look
And secret smile
Somewhere in this chaos is infinity
Eternal
As stars tear themselves apart
In frantic bursts of final light
To sear the soul with ecstasy
And crease the mind
With fractures of delight
Somewhere, far along this slow ride down,
Dark voyage stops
In moments spent with you
Eternities of wonder
Traveled in your reaching touch
Through gasping breath,
Thoughts filled with bliss
And endless thrust
Somewhere, in the swirl
Of approaching vortex
Time ceases
drowned within the shudder
Of your shaking pleasure
And I find myself
Still alive in your wide eyes
Dark soft skin lifting up
In desire and acceptance
Pure pleasure beneath me
Breath caught
not by my closing death
But filling climax
and beautiful release
Comments
Fantastic description
Of love and Of coition
Thanks
Glad you liked it.
Incredible poetry ! joe
Incredible poetry !
joe
:D
Thanks Joe!
dear Race, (protecting your name here, lol!)
you do make it hard on a gal, lol. I read and reread your poem several times. each time, I chose a new favorite set of lines each time, the poem is so deeply profound (I'm beginning to hate that word, profound, I wish I could think of a replacement word) I've finally settled on a favorite verse:
Somewhere, in the swirl
Of approaching vortex
Time ceases
drowned within the shudder
Of your shaking pleasure
And I find myself
Still alive in your wide eyes
Dark soft skin lifting up
In desire and acceptance
Pure pleasure beneath me
Breath caught
not by my closing death
But filling climax
and beautiful release
ah, I have just such darkly sweet memories as this!
Hugs, Cat
Ah, then, my friend,
You found someone that understood the pleasure all women are entitled to.
For me, she is still sharing her life with me, keeping me alive with the power of her love.
Love. I almost never use this word in poetry. But it is the most profound of all words that we have.
I am glad that you enjoyed this, my friend.
dear Race,
I have found that the "word" (Love) has become a cliche. and almost always cheapens the works, so I rarely use it.
*hugs, Cat
Yep
That's it, exactly.