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poem behind dark glasses
we have a strange & intense entangling, she & I.
I wander into her neighborhood & find her hovering.
we discuss mundane things briefly,
to break the ice barriers that we manifest.
as we are sexual beings, we discuss lovemaking,
freeing the locks on our perversity.
the rush of our lust & our need is unstoppable –
and so we make love.
sometimes she is near & I am blind to her beauty,
as I engage another woman in poetic or primal
endeavors; my heart is the playground of debauchery,
and not of decorum. if she hurts, I’m oblivious.
when I am alone, I may intrude on her privacy
and find her in the company of other men.
this is fair & proper: she is merely a reflection
of my own callousness…
but still it chokes me.
we are libertines, compelled to adventures
that disallow us loyalty to One True Love.
it’s an obsession, it’s the fire of our souls,
and we can’t live without it…
but we can live without each other.
Published 26th Nov 2013
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*swallows hard* a salty witness she is indeed, after the angel's dust settles she sees clearly. That distant horizon beseeches her soul :)~ Beautiful shards spoken, John. Love it !
26th Nov 2013 7:46pm
John what a decadently beautiful love poem written with heart and soul.. dedicated i'm sure to a beautiful woman who will cherish this write.. much love Crim :)
That strikes a chord, John, I can
relate to it. Blunt truth
skillfully and nicely wrapped.
relate to it. Blunt truth
skillfully and nicely wrapped.
26th Nov 2013 10:34pm
Anonymous
27th Nov 2013 1:03am
We do what we must as who we are. This is your reality and hers. Go with the flow...
Anonymous
27th Nov 2013 2:40am
Love with many fractured lines but somehow it all fits together so perfectly but then we are all fractured human beings.
Beautiful love poem, ty John!
Beautiful love poem, ty John!
Anonymous
27th Nov 2013 8:42am
I often wonder if it's relevant to use the term 'make love' when you're talking about lust and primal sex in the same piece of writing. Though there is a certain level of introspection here, an analysis of the woman in question which suggests some level of emotion, so maybe it's appropriate in this situation.
Thank you for the read.
Thank you for the read.
27th Nov 2013 9:47pm
We build to shield and recognize within someone similar. The guard will never be realized other than lust by either, simply because the thrill of chance with passion is being repaid by being betrayed in the past from a disloyal lover. Sounds a little cryptic and twisted, but I know you see it with this revealing and clever write.
Written and conveyed as only you can. Enjoyed.
Written and conveyed as only you can. Enjoyed.
Anonymous
27th Nov 2013 11:51pm
"my heart is the playground of debauchery" - I love this line, and the ending line just makes the poem. I love this so much... "a strange & intense entangling", indeed. Beautiful.
28th Nov 2013 10:06pm
Great insight into this crazy little thing called lust.
"it’s an obsession, it’s the fire of our souls,
and we can’t live without it…"
Cool poem, Mr Feddeler!
"it’s an obsession, it’s the fire of our souls,
and we can’t live without it…"
Cool poem, Mr Feddeler!
2nd Apr 2015 5:03am
11th Jun 2016 4:48am
It's powerful John. Engrossing from end to end. Glad to have read it.
