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EWDrake
Member

since 2000-07-30

Posts 183
NC, USA

0 posted 2000-07-31 09:55 AM

ReAwakenings

Memory invades as a stretch of shadow
left over from a lifetime of shared dreams.
The flavour of lament lingers on the tongue.
Mystery beckons from the once familiar touch,
allowing injury which is carefully hidden
to with understanding be tentatively revealed.
Reacquainting once more with love's warmth
till shudders overcome haunting questions
in darkness silently withheld from light.
Reclining by love's tenderly laden table,
he would the words only push round his plate
till she with tangible intent his silver lifts
and with her grace gently holds and feeds him
intimate increments of their sweet reality.
Each act remains a morsel of soul's delight
as with pleasure passion's play is rewritten.
Lovers bound together in compassion's grasp,
curl serenely cradled beneath duvet's warmth
as the gentle applause of patient angels
settles amongst shadows in climactic joy.
With stage emptied but of trembling two,
once more to settle gently sated side by side
to redefine with tender integrity their night.
In the end, even the angels can merely sigh.
Softened truth is found in silvered whispers
whilst the golden glimmer of grace finds
upon upturned faces a place to quietly rest.
Far more than mere contentment from desire
is found as souls thrill to its timid return
and celebrate that part of Phoenix spirit
burning so deeply that blade cannot reach
nor scar can possibly ever mar.

Evan Drake 5/2000

cathybohannan
Member

since 2000-07-31

Posts 140
Paintsville,KY

1 posted 2000-07-31 10:08 AM

I liked your poem very much. Keep on writing,
you have a great talent

EWDrake
Member

since 2000-07-30

Posts 183
NC, USA

2 posted 2000-07-31 12:21 PM

Thank you Cathy, and welcome... *S*

MMoonchild
Senior Member

since 2000-07-13

Posts 1715
PA

3 posted 2000-07-31 09:58 PM

Reclining by love's tenderly laden table,
he would the words only push round his plate
till she with tangible intent his silver lifts
and with her grace gently holds and feeds him
intimate increments of their sweet reality.
Each act remains a morsel of soul's delight
as with pleasure passion's play is rewritten.

how I love the way your table is set and the way you dine Mr. Drake...we will have to do this some time...

*teasin' you know...but it does put thoughts in one's mind
~~soft smiles
Maureen

Butterflies_dont_cry
Member Elite

since 2000-03-06

Posts 3733
Michigan

4 posted 2000-07-31 10:02 PM

This was so tenderly beautiful, the imagery was superb. Great writing~

EWDrake
Member

since 2000-07-30

Posts 183
NC, USA

5 posted 2000-07-31 11:45 PM

Maureen, the hope of a poet is to put thoughts in one's mind. If I crossed your cerebral hemispheres, then I am aptly pleased......*teasing, of course!

Butterflies, thank you for the kindness of your response. This is one of my favourites.
Take care..

Evan

Jenn E
Senior Member

since 2000-08-02

Posts 589
Kelowna, BC, Canada

6 posted 2000-08-23 07:17 PM

Oh My, Oh My...I say again to you. I have been a fan before I was a member and will forever be one now that I am a member. Your words simply leave me at a loss for my own words. Everything you write is so visual and captivating. I love how you write.

Jenn E

catalinamoon

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-06-03

Posts 9543
The Shores of Alone

7 posted 2000-08-23 07:27 PM

Likewise, Evan. Such a lovely poem, images so romantic. Love it.
catalinamoon

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