Consummation

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Consummation

Sometimes- when I am

holding you, hugging

you and my

hands are rubbing smoothing

and I feel the soft

of your skin through

the thin substance of

your shirt I am

moved

beyond expression by the

knowledge that I know

just what lies

beneath your coverings.

I have touched it held

it kissed and caressed

scarred-- loved it all.

And sometimes- when I am

Thinking

these things I am reminded

how very corporal

these beings are, enclosed in flesh—

through flesh must touch

and must connect, because there is

no other way.

And sometimes- I know how good

A thing it is because

sometimes- when I am

holding you, hugging

you or burying my face

in your chest or tracing

the contour of your rib

across or kissing

you softly behind your ear or even

sometimes- when I am

just laying with you breathing

you sensing so close

it seems to me

that were my body not limited by its physical constraints

and I were wind, or fire, or just

a thought—

I would throw myself into you

And die.

 

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Donyon commented on Consummation

09-06-2010

I really love how you used your enjambment throughout this poem. I felt like it really added to the meaning of the poem and gave the piece an interesting character.

morgainecnyll

09/08/2010

thank you! i love enjambment. on certain, appropriate occasions, as it were.

Kalyana commented on Consummation

09-02-2010

Erotic Emotional and Yearning yes, but Philosophically why should bury inside him. I think the two can become a new one, no he no she, but something different more romantic. Nicely written, thought provoking and I enjoyed it.

djones commented on Consummation

09-02-2010

a very well written poem...but one which i write counter to every day...

morgainecnyll

09/03/2010

written for a specific moment in time, a very brief moment if i may say. clarifications, pt 1: love is more along your lines and of course came at a later date. Hooray for learning from life!

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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