Charmed Chaos
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Touch
And yet– nothing is real.
I cannot caress your skin, memorize its texture, feel the heat of your manhood rising from my silky touch
I cannot kiss your moist lips, taste their essence, swallow Amrita with you
I cannot gaze into your hungry eyes and fall deeper, deeper, deeper drowning in the tempestuous pool of liquid blue
I cannot sense your trembling while you await my delicate fingers, knowing what they can and will do
If I want, want, want, you enough–Will it make it so, will you then be real?
So you see, you’ve ruined it now for me, for I’ve become a petulant spoiled child — I want it all, I want to feel, feel, feel
And yet– nothing is real.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
d’Verse Poetics: https://dversepoets.com/2018/11/20/poetics-desire-and-sexuality-in-poetry/
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This is so sad… wanting it all and everything… will it end with having nothing… your use of language works so well here.
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Thank you so much Bjorn. I’m humbled by your words.
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There is a tinge of sadness and longing throughout this poem that works really well overall. It is sad indeed, to want something so much and yet you can’t have it.
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Thank you for your kind words.
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The longing and desire are the strongest feelings, I think. You say so well.
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Thank you Jane.
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🙂
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Beautifully done!
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Thank you Penny.
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It can kill ya, for sure — the wanting. But in the end, sometimes imagination is more potent than physicality.
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Yes, that’s very true. Thank you for your thoughts.
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The longing for someone is very strong, yet there is sadness that it can’t be fulfilled. Some men spoils us indeed and it hurts when nothing is real after all.
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Yes, so true Grace. Thank you.
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So interesting the way you give presence to what is absent.
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Thank you.
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Oh, that “nothing is real” pricks — the desire is beautiful in its light and how its flow and rhythm guides the pattern of this action-filled space, but the ensuing realization makes it so sad too. And it does ruin the experience. I really like that you ventured with this perspective. Very well penned.
And thanks for participating. 🙂
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HA- thank you for your thoughtful words. My heart is overflowing with your kind thoughts.
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The sadness of longing comes across in the opening and ending ‘And yet– nothing is real’ and that nothing contains all the passion and desire that cannot be realised. The layout enhances the message, Linda. Love it! .
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Thank you Kim. I am happy you enjoyed it.
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This was a really wonderful poem Linda, filled with longing, but it made me feel genuinely sad… 😦 …but it did truly make me feel…
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Thank you kindly.
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Sometimes there is an aching for another than is insatiable – that’s what I glean from this piece.
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Thank you V.J.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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