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Today
Softly and gently
you came to me
Laying down besides me
in that leafy meadow
rays of sunlight
yellow on your hair
of dark ebony
On my back I turn my face
Towards you as you lay
the light in your eyes
Like dark ember
Looking into my soul
I smile
and you answer
Your hands touch me
holding my palm
down and raising up
you looked down at me
desire like balm
on my aching need
want like salve
I put my hands up
to hold you to me
you folded me in your arms
reassurance in its tightness
Soothed the yearnings
with soft gentle kisses
and whispered murmurs
I closed my eyes
against the ray of the sun
felt your kisses
and the hardness of your want
Bliss uttermost
Serenity defined
I opened my eyes
sat up and sighed
would that you
my sprite of love
my need my desire
appear
would that you do
Walking out of my wooded enclosure
I look back just once more
Tomorrow My Love tomorrow
be with me then
here I be
to dream of you
tomorrow
you came to me
Laying down besides me
in that leafy meadow
rays of sunlight
yellow on your hair
of dark ebony
On my back I turn my face
Towards you as you lay
the light in your eyes
Like dark ember
Looking into my soul
I smile
and you answer
Your hands touch me
holding my palm
down and raising up
you looked down at me
desire like balm
on my aching need
want like salve
I put my hands up
to hold you to me
you folded me in your arms
reassurance in its tightness
Soothed the yearnings
with soft gentle kisses
and whispered murmurs
I closed my eyes
against the ray of the sun
felt your kisses
and the hardness of your want
Bliss uttermost
Serenity defined
I opened my eyes
sat up and sighed
would that you
my sprite of love
my need my desire
appear
would that you do
Walking out of my wooded enclosure
I look back just once more
Tomorrow My Love tomorrow
be with me then
here I be
to dream of you
tomorrow
Published 2nd Nov 2011
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2nd Nov 2011 10:20am
Sweet.Deft. Controlled.
A breeze.
p.s- In the penultimate stanza
I felt it should be 'sighed'.
Am I wrong? Do let me know.:)
A breeze.
p.s- In the penultimate stanza
I felt it should be 'sighed'.
Am I wrong? Do let me know.:)
2nd Nov 2011 10:56am
Thank you, o poet, Whitewand6. A keen eye indeed. Thank you for your infinite kindness.
2nd Nov 2011 11:12am
:) Whitewand6!
I don't know why I stuck to that one. But now when you address me 'Whitewand6' it tingles and feels light. White wand is a term used in Tantra and it refers to the male organ.
So in another world its as good as someone calling someone else...Well, nevermind.:)
In real life I go by the moniker 'Sumeet' and it means good friend in Hindi(The Indian national language). Su=good. Meet=Friend/Paramour.
And about your poem, of course I have to have a pair. You have quickly established yourself as a force to reckon with.
Look forward to read more.
Light.
S'
I don't know why I stuck to that one. But now when you address me 'Whitewand6' it tingles and feels light. White wand is a term used in Tantra and it refers to the male organ.
So in another world its as good as someone calling someone else...Well, nevermind.:)
In real life I go by the moniker 'Sumeet' and it means good friend in Hindi(The Indian national language). Su=good. Meet=Friend/Paramour.
And about your poem, of course I have to have a pair. You have quickly established yourself as a force to reckon with.
Look forward to read more.
Light.
S'
2nd Nov 2011 12:33pm
I know what you mean.lol. you should change your name then. Well, thank God you did not call yourself Lingam...lolol. sorry could not resist that, pyara.
2nd Nov 2011 1:29pm
lol.:) omg.
rofl. :)) Yes, you are quite right.
Actually wrote something which had
'white wand' in it. Found the term
too powerful and fascinating.
And I am so much more than just that.
But at some scale it's a powerful tool.
A channel. A portal. A key.
So guess I would stick to it.:)
Just for you, many have told me that
I was a Tantrik in some previous life
and it has some strong connection in this
life. Despite my cynicism found it 'true'
to a great extent. White Wand is symbolic
at a deeper level.:)
p.s-pyara? You said pyara? How do you know
and why you said it? Lingam is a rather
uncommon name among the Dravidians.:)
rofl. :)) Yes, you are quite right.
Actually wrote something which had
'white wand' in it. Found the term
too powerful and fascinating.
And I am so much more than just that.
But at some scale it's a powerful tool.
A channel. A portal. A key.
So guess I would stick to it.:)
Just for you, many have told me that
I was a Tantrik in some previous life
and it has some strong connection in this
life. Despite my cynicism found it 'true'
to a great extent. White Wand is symbolic
at a deeper level.:)
p.s-pyara? You said pyara? How do you know
and why you said it? Lingam is a rather
uncommon name among the Dravidians.:)
We from the East, I from beyond Cathay, mere Pyara...know one other. In a past life, a dance of the pelican, prances of the unicorn, a weeping at Ganga...always.
3rd Nov 2011 5:03am
:) Now I get it. You made it sound just so lavish and so real. Happy to have 'met' you.
Curtsy.:)
Curtsy.:)
the pleasure is all mine...and yes, poets' imaginings are real to themselves and sometimes it may be reflections of a real past...
3rd Nov 2011 9:35am
:) Well said. Wow just two days and I might as well have found something. Real.
Light.
Light.
2nd Nov 2011 2:51pm
stop & smell da roses is such a famous cliche
take time to actually do it...dats wut i say
simple peace & compassion is all u can feel
& jus 4 a moment dreams & fantasy wil no longa b concealed
dat is jus da truth 2 which i confess
stop & smell da roses...it can relieve so much stress....
take time to actually do it...dats wut i say
simple peace & compassion is all u can feel
& jus 4 a moment dreams & fantasy wil no longa b concealed
dat is jus da truth 2 which i confess
stop & smell da roses...it can relieve so much stress....
2nd Nov 2011 8:53pm
..would that this give surcease to wants, o'Wordsmith or that it offers a balm to a yearning
soul. For I love...still.
Thank you Goodest.
soul. For I love...still.
Thank you Goodest.
