Sighing Sibilance

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Sighing Sibilance

sighing sibilance sit you afterward, naked replete;
breathing in your beloved amid tangled sheets;
feeling him, tasting him, aching  still in every pore;
sated yet greedy for more and more and more.
 
inspiration inhales the aroma of two being one.
transformation shivers with all; nothing is done.
enlightenment now no longer just a him or a you;
becoming blest divine universal-- one out of two.
 
realizing no longer are you alone on this earth;
never have you been or will be since before any birth.
you and yours are thus always since the sands first fell-
the stars imploded; any sundering by heaven or hell.
 
you lean over, so more alive, than ever before;
even death barely rips apart; whats more;
this joining melds all flesh, mind, body, beings, soul
no measure, ill or will, limits this love part or whole.
 
eyes open, sleep clouded, spent embers still burning;
hands reaching, bedewed again, this heat ever yearning
there is fucking, there is loving, this then true communion;
breath. taste. song. touch. being.  senses far beyond union.
 
lost in those eyes, you see again your own soul.
caressed by that voice, tremblant whispers again roll.
you and he in a space beyond earth in no time,
forever, for never, needing no word, reason, rhyme.
 
this joining came before any meeting or past.
this union through time's onslaught or life's standing fast
parting weighs so little; this is always.  no avenue or door
closes but a moment, this love, this loving, is was ever more.
 
 

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alreedus commented on Sighing Sibilance

08-02-2009

As I said. I really like this. I am unsure if I rated it so here goes again. -Alan

alreedus commented on Sighing Sibilance

08-02-2009

Nice. There are a number of commonalities about our writing. Similar in variou fashions. Interesting. This write is full of sensual emotion and I like it very much. You might read my "Silk" which also is about love - the physical/metaphysical parts emphasised :-) -Alan

Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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