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I know
You are the music of my soul
In achingly, beautiful harmonies
Playing my body into cacophonies
I dance, for you and you alone
You uncover me, my spirit bare
And I am unashamed and free
My skin is only yours to touch
This heart beats and bleeds for thee
My eyes fixed on all you are
A carpeted sky pales compared
It is you they see, without limit
Our destinies forged in fire and shared
I have known you for all time
My lover, muse and guide
I have waited beside eternity
And now, again, you come, you come to me.
In achingly, beautiful harmonies
Playing my body into cacophonies
I dance, for you and you alone
You uncover me, my spirit bare
And I am unashamed and free
My skin is only yours to touch
This heart beats and bleeds for thee
My eyes fixed on all you are
A carpeted sky pales compared
It is you they see, without limit
Our destinies forged in fire and shared
I have known you for all time
My lover, muse and guide
I have waited beside eternity
And now, again, you come, you come to me.
Published 10th Feb 2019
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10th Feb 2019 1:27pm
Funny thing ... WOW!!! hit me again ... Aside from being a beautiful write it is felt ... Bless and love ...
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10th Feb 2019 1:55pm
Now that is a lovely poem oh to be the music of someone’s soul what a ver beautiful thought
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10th Feb 2019 3:45pm
How lovely on these pages are the words of she who brings good vibes!
This might remain carnal for those thus limited.
But its spiritual transcendency is music for the elevated soul.
"And now, again, you come, you come to me."
This last line takes me back to Robert Frost's double entendre in "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening":
"And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."
In fact, the entire poem is double entendre in its sensual and spiritual import.
This might remain carnal for those thus limited.
But its spiritual transcendency is music for the elevated soul.
"And now, again, you come, you come to me."
This last line takes me back to Robert Frost's double entendre in "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening":
"And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."
In fact, the entire poem is double entendre in its sensual and spiritual import.
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10th Feb 2019 6:13pm
It seems poems, and writing may well come from a writer''s "pen" but it comes through something, somewhere, I don't know, mirroring and reflecting the reader's own mind or soul.
I wrote a poem the other day and as it came out it was raw lust and carnality for me but other beautiful souls saw a spiritual nature in it. This reaffirms that poems are air.
I wrote a poem the other day and as it came out it was raw lust and carnality for me but other beautiful souls saw a spiritual nature in it. This reaffirms that poems are air.
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10th Feb 2019 6:36pm
"I wrote a poem the other day and as it came out it was raw lust and carnality for me but other beautiful souls saw a spiritual nature in it."
Could this be the one?
You're right, though: poetry carries divergent interpretations for its readers.
Could this be the one?
You're right, though: poetry carries divergent interpretations for its readers.
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