What torment to bear, so as not to be pained,
When the senses say, what the body can't speak!
How your presence invades the comfort I gained
To finally leave me languishing and weak!

All the words describing the beauty you possess
Are music that plays like an orchestral event;
If your beauty could sing, I'd heed with intent,
The longer I behold the more tunes you create.

But can it matter now, if I blind these two eyes
With a shroud of mist, to blur the visual feast?
For the mind selfishly takes what both eyes give
To secretly replays the images it keeps.

Where a wisp of your scent bores into my skin,
Lingering like some intoxicating drinks:
Is it a cure for my beleaguered being?
Or a sedative to bring me a peaceful dream?

And how your supple touch has gently aroused
The passion within a stoical facade;
Your mild caresses caused my crumbling defense,
Yielding to your embrace, so warm and so intense.

The taste of sweet love, or the taste of deep pain?
One choice to make, for all the worth of love's cost;
The aftertaste of longing when you can't be mine,
The bitter reality when all would be lost.

What agony I endure, so as not to hurt,
When my senses speak up, when my body won't;
The sensual appeasement of a troubled soul,
The desire of a love I could never take hold.

© 2010 Miguel Rogali 

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GentleT commented on SENSUAL AGONY


Your words paint a picture of forbidden passion. The sight, touch, smell and hearing (all the senses) pulled you in

Bobbie876 commented on SENSUAL AGONY


Very intricate poem, there is an intensity about this that is so beautiful.

simoneaugustus commented on SENSUAL AGONY


I can feel the longing in every line. This was beautifully crafted!

oldgoat commented on SENSUAL AGONY


This is really great! I like the writing but I love the feelings in it even more!



I love your way with words. This write was beautiful, stirring, and satisfying. Thank you for sharing.............E

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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