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it belongs there
I call her many things, but mostly I call her Mistress.
she may not be content with that, but she tells me she is.
being selfish, I keep her bound with ardor’s chains,
in the smallness of me.
her passion, her affection, inspire me to compose,
so I write out my smallest tragedy, & call it a poem.
in the slumbering night, we steal carnal minutes, exposed
to our naked caresses & kisses like candle flames; I hold
her with all of me & she is the most of woman who was
born for this – this storm of sex. when we have shattered
the crackling stars of our red heat, she keeps me rooted in
her misty garden, because we know it belongs there.
after the storm, I get my coffee & she paints & scripts her
romance in the dialect of the mountain & the valley. my eyes
take in as much of her beauty as they can hold, & I wonder if
love can be more substantial than a drifting butterfly. I cannot
yet imagine my sorrow if I ever had to let her go.
a heart is the cage that we lock love into
without knowing for certain that it belongs there…
(Art: Albert-Edouard Drains)
Published 9th Nov 2016
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9th Nov 2016 6:40am
'a heart is the cage that we lock love into
without knowing for certain that it belongs there… '
Such exquisite lines, John, how can they not be worthy of a tear?
Call her mistress, call her inspiration, but don't let her go.
Beautiful...
without knowing for certain that it belongs there… '
Such exquisite lines, John, how can they not be worthy of a tear?
Call her mistress, call her inspiration, but don't let her go.
Beautiful...
9th Nov 2016 6:47am
the last two lines are so original so deep, so thought provoking, got my creative thoughts firing :-)
an excellent write as always :-)
an excellent write as always :-)
9th Nov 2016 6:53am
This has very creative imagery throughout, many great lines, heartfelt overall and full of intriguing mystery....
9th Nov 2016 1:16pm
John you always lock me in to your poems with the closing..
my heart is sold on your poetry..
love Crim
my heart is sold on your poetry..
love Crim
Anonymous
10th Nov 2016 3:19am
Sir John, to your last two lines....it is most certainly the truth...there are always a few in your writes that get me and in this one, those two are it....With love always - Taryn xoxo
10th Nov 2016 8:42am
Such a beautifully penned piece, I wouldn't even know where to start. Loved every part of it.
10th Nov 2016 6:58pm
11th Nov 2016 9:33pm
our words bind us and the others
we want them to more than we want the truth even
Incomparable
we want them to more than we want the truth even
Incomparable
10th Jun 2017 7:39am
a heart is the cage that we lock love into
without knowing for certain that it belongs there…
I feel a lot of this sentiment in your writes. Such great lines. You capture images with words that ring true in very profound ways, John.
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without knowing for certain that it belongs there…
I feel a lot of this sentiment in your writes. Such great lines. You capture images with words that ring true in very profound ways, John.
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