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take me not in haste
I have told her she is like the wind, which is always near,
but I cannot hold the wind. in her defiance, she banishes
my theory. ‘I can be held,’ she tells me.
I have the needs of a lonely scribe, & by flickering candle
light, I compose vague expressions of my heart for an
audience of shadows & my own depravity.
Galatea was a sculpture of clay who became flesh by the
urgent desire of Pygmalion & the blessing of Venus. I, in
my craving, paint her in blue script upon pallid canvases.
with lustful eyes, I watch her emerge from her tub of
fragrant water & bath salts, blotting the droplets with her
towel. drop the towel, I tell her. if she can be held, I will hold
her just like that, nude & blushing. & close to me, close,
there is beauty & nothing more.
but this woman is not a flower to be crushed in savage
arms, & she struggles in my embrace. her affections are
beyond sensual; she has enlightened me that she does
not want her passion wasted. my ardor is subdued regretfully,
but she kindles my fire with one word: soon.
my thoughts are untamed, & my dreams follow. these words
that I write are explicit, not corrupted by metaphor;
because art & poetry are metaphors enough for love…
Published 26th Jul 2015
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26th Jul 2015 00:43am
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26th Jul 2015 00:44am
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26th Jul 2015 2:13am
John a true beauty I see weaved through many of your inks.. so masterful and lovely is this one with love Crim
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- Edited 26th Jul 2015 2:17pm
26th Jul 2015 2:16pm
I really like this poem, John. It takes on the feeling of sensuousness of a woman who knows what she likes and doesn't want to rush things. Reminds me of my very younger days. Met an off duty policewoman in a New York bar.She was the first which steered me toward the right track of making love to a woman. As you see, I think of her still.
26th Jul 2015 3:39pm
26th Jul 2015 5:41pm
that last line! oh lord that last line Mister Feddeler!
absolutely loved this
absolutely loved this
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27th Jul 2015 1:06am
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27th Jul 2015 11:12am
female passion tinged with reluctance beautifully imagined and written
Love it :-)
Love it :-)
27th Jul 2015 11:42am
Anonymous
27th Jul 2015 7:56pm
JFeddeler, The King of Noir. . .always a pleasure to read such poetic trinkets, particularly those that imitate life on canvass. . .Beautiful, and inspirational. . .xoxo, Devlin;(
28th Jul 2015 7:11am
Ahhh, JohnFeddeler, luv ~ :-*
I came and I read this as soon as you posted it. I left with thoughts jumbled and awry, though whether that was entirely due to you and your words is debatable. But, in some part, of a certainty, it was. ;-p
I've come again and read and departed more than once and each time, I've been incapable of formulating a coherent response.
Tonight, you find me in much the same predicament as I've been on these previous occasions, luv. I suppose, that in itself, makes a statement... ;-*
I came and I read this as soon as you posted it. I left with thoughts jumbled and awry, though whether that was entirely due to you and your words is debatable. But, in some part, of a certainty, it was. ;-p
I've come again and read and departed more than once and each time, I've been incapable of formulating a coherent response.
Tonight, you find me in much the same predicament as I've been on these previous occasions, luv. I suppose, that in itself, makes a statement... ;-*
"but this woman is not a flower to be crushed in savage
arms, & she struggles in my embrace. her affections are
beyond sensual; she has enlightened me that she does
not want her passion wasted. my ardor is subdued regretfully,
but she kindles my fire with one word: soon. "
{You are a marvel & you know it. Reminds me of a romantique Poe, yet a 'modernized depiction..a recarnation. Coming back to claim what is his. I am
truly speechless, what is there to say?
Except for a pulse is felt with every toss & turn.. Now, I know to have mingle with
poetry's textured fabrique
Magnifique my Knight.. t'is liberating to store into my treasures library. Love it much
30th Jul 2015 2:09pm
sad and hopeful, which makes it sad. Your reverence to women is mythic.
12th Aug 2015 11:27pm
Beautiful just beautiful I love verse 5...the delicacy and how soft and slow is loving also. Enjoyed this poem so much!
