| How to Join | Member's Area | Private Library | Search | Sanctuary | Login | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Main Forums | Discussion | Tech Talk | Mature Content | Archives |
A home without a wall, |
|
|
||||||
| How to Join | Member's Area | Private Library | Search | Sanctuary | Login | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Main Forums | Discussion | Tech Talk | Mature Content | Archives |
A home without a wall, |
|
|
|
||||||
| Open Poetry #11 |
|
Adonis |
|
|
Elizabeth Cor Senior Member
since 2000-10-13
Posts 879Over the river and through the woods 
|
Adonis I can bare your love with the unsystematic sustain of this edifice: tangles, and naked edges, ridiculous angles and nonspectrum dyes -- sludge smeared over the ruins of hope, misplaced love, candy glass slippers, and gaily colored yarn; memories required and terrible: some battered child tossed into a corner feeling the fresh screams pound through her chest; cowering under the covers on the pull-out bed watching a yard stick break over the back of her four year old cousin; Sipping lemon shake-ups and licking chocolate dipping sauce off her thirteen-year-old priss fingers, her manicured pink-pearl & black striped nails ... mocking corduroy jeans, greasy hair, and cheap leather boots to her friends of waterfall blond hair and designer teeth ... giggles dripping down the soft, white round chins and pea-sized noses... contempt raising our eyebrows and egos. ... And beneath, the steel pillars of strength callused out of my heart. These compose the compost graveyard of my past, my composure now... what I am and have become. And this combination from my years: dust becoming dirt becoming soil, layers, the walls of canyons... I have just enough, darling, to balance the idea of your devotion without crumbling (most of the time). I feel the glorious weight all around me, thickening the air and the fluids running through me. Inventing the voltage to this glow about me... the divine slow explosion (a bleeding outward in glorious deceleration of seconds) Our physical triumph: my life's completion: to trace your stomach naked on the bed, honeyed by candle light. Your kiss: skin almost frictionless, flesh full and firm... skill as though nature granted you ten extra muscles to stow in your lips. Your tongue quick and greedy, slow and lingering... and I have known lovers who understand the change of soft and sliding, hard and tight (to the sigh and release of my jointed body until my skin flayed over corn oil and liquid marrow) but you You grace not just a thousand variations of pressure and feel, of stroke and taste, lick and twirl, but seem to have reinvented kissing... not the movie set make-out, not the easy, tender press of love... not that I have seen or near imagined. So FIRM...and nimble... like hands instead of lips: Fingers spread through your skin to grip and massage my mouth... to brush them over not just candidly and flowing, like a feather (soft and dead) I call a plume soft and dead? Not until the talent of your kiss... for the almost-non-touch of tender quills could have melted me in any other's hands. Now the mention insults the very touch of your lips. You are more like wind, layered and amazing. Elusive and absolute. Inescapable, surrounding... not only fluid like water, but boundless, able to tie itself over and create shape impossible. Not one has felt as you do. Nimble. Resolute. Clever. Confidant. Not merely perfect... holy. if this I can write of just your kiss, and promise that it is inconsequential... how, darling, am I ever to explain a single single facet of your love (when we are disco balls in nightclub lights, when we are diamonds set in mirror mazes?) I watch you dress by the bookshelf: draw over your thighs, the back of your neck and you grin and call yourself Adonis by my expression. I begin to explain that I believe so... but tuck the thought between my teeth and tell you instead what I respect: if I tell you I hate my mother for what she can't control, for her self-victimization and denial of worth... if I curl up on your bed and give my hatred and psychosis names, you will smooth back my hair and look at me the way prophets would blink and consider god growing in their eyes. To be taken not as a project. Not a thing to be fixed, nursed, and tolerated... nor a near perfection worth tuning...but as a whole. Adored because of flaws, not in spite of them. I have come this far to find not your acceptance, but your love. and for that ( but oh GOD not only that) ... I love you. I love you. I love you. I sigh and run my hands over your face, praying my eyes can speak above my inadequacies. I feel that meeting you has given me the need to learn a new language that might even touch the power I sense in my hands, in my soul, and out of my control. If we never meet again in our lives, I should feel somehow that the whole adventure of existence was justified by my having met you. I will sleep with my hands clutched to the span of your chest -- thumbs curled into question marks - sleep proposing ... certainty to your existence the easy unreason that you are here in my arms, in my possession how of all things in this impossible world you are my Chris. I love you, Rock. |
||
| © Copyright 2000 Megs - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
Oh my gosh. Such incredible passion and power in your discription of love. Wonderful. BRAVO!!! Much love to you from me Love I leave with you my friend whether it be in your life or of yet the essense of your dreams. http://path2riches.com |
||
|
Poet deVine
Administrator
Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Stunning. |
||
|
serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I feel like such a voyeur...this is tender and genuine and beautiful...and I will read the poem later..LOL... |
||
|
Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
and I have known lovers who understand the change of soft and sliding, hard and tight (to the sigh and release of my jointed body until my skin flayed over corn oil and liquid marrow) but you You grace not just a thousand variations of pressure and feel, ============= Now the mention insults the very touch of your lips. You are more like wind, layered and amazing. Elusive and absolute. Inescapable, surrounding... not only fluid like water, but boundless, able to tie itself over and create shape impossible. Not one has felt as you do. Nimble. Resolute. Clever. Confidant. Not merely perfect... holy. ================ can I just say damn!!!!! and you will understand ...  awesome writing... very very impressive. I looked into the sky for my anthem The words and music came through But words and music can never touch the beauty that I've seen Looking into you |
||
Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
Amazing. . . absolutely amazing. . . ------------------------------------------------------- That which gives light must endure burning --Victor Frankl |
||
|
serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Now that I am not so, um, distracted? Please let me comment on just how extraordinary this work is. Totally absorbing, expresses feelings that I had, until now, considered impossibly wordless. What a writer you are! |
||
|
Christopher
Moderator
Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Some times, some things, and some people often make the seemingly simplest things difficult. That it's taken me so long to reply to this is not an indicator of disinterest or uncaring, but rather the aforementioned excuses... but when it really comes down to it, one has to wonder... truth told, I'm thankful for the time. Speechless is not a good thing for a rock to be in moments like these, when the sun shines down upon your head after a long winter's chill. Sure, I could have simply said thank you... but that is no more us than no reply. So here is my response. Perhaps a bit darker, but nonetheless sincere. C /pip/Forum43/HTML/001556.html |
||
|
JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Wonderful way of expressing your feelings..James |
||
|
Christopher
Moderator
Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
. [This message has been edited by Christopher (edited 12-12-2000).] |
||
|
Elizabeth Cor Senior Member
since 2000-10-13
Posts 879Over the river and through the woods |
Startime, thank you so much for your liberality and enthusiasm!!! Sharon, your words, your support... god, thank you. Karen, lol... you're so crazy! Thank you for kindness. And I still find this wordless... even after an (admittedly futile) attempt. Janet, I do! I do! LOL... what a fabulous reply! Thank you for taking the time to "snip" .Sven, thank you, Mr.-I-have-to-trust-your-taste-because-you-like-CRUNCHY-peanut-butter ... to capture someone like this, I can't say what it means.Chris, of course I was waiting for you... selfish, yes? You're still mine: in spite of me. Is it routine now to only speak in voices that you understand? I sigh in my sleep and you catch every word. Is this real? Is this possible? I don't know why I bother with these questions... I stopped caring about the answers so long ago. |
||
|
Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
Absolutely perfect Hugs and big smiles  |
||
|
Elizabeth Cor Senior Member
since 2000-10-13
Posts 879Over the river and through the woods |
James, I feel as though I had no other outlet than to write... Satiate, perfection is a matter of perception .Both of you: Thank you for your replies, I'm so glad others are enjoying this verse. |
||
|
Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
Whew ! Your partner is most fortunate , quite a dance to be enjoyed while limbs are limber and essence of youth bubbles over . Doc |
||
|
Skyfyre Senior Member
since 1999-08-15
Posts 1906Sitting in Michael's Lap |
I must admit that when I read the title of this piece, the first thought that crossed my painfully sarcastic brain was HA! ... LOL However, Ms. Cor, you have managed here to earn not only my respect but my admiration. Even were the phrases and images not so cunning, the texture and sheer volume of emotion that weaves through these words is practically a living thing -- I could not help but be drawn in. You have rendered your newfound love into a true work of art. In spite of myself, I enjoyed every bit of it. --Linda PS: Chris -- you had better not screw this up!! Remember: maintaining a positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will certainly annoy enough people to make it worth the effort. |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
