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Dying Into Me
As the tide rises, he stretches
beyond himself towering over me.
His trembling sigh says the
magic is happening
inside of him.
We both look down
to where we are joined and
I imagine a small part of him
dying into me, filling me
with warmth, light,
and peace.
In the quiet afterward,
our tangled bodies
rest in each other as we
whisper newly remembered
stories of our childhood.
beyond himself towering over me.
His trembling sigh says the
magic is happening
inside of him.
We both look down
to where we are joined and
I imagine a small part of him
dying into me, filling me
with warmth, light,
and peace.
In the quiet afterward,
our tangled bodies
rest in each other as we
whisper newly remembered
stories of our childhood.
Published 21st Mar 2022
Author's Note
As my lover "dies into me," it seems that memories come back from childhood, bringing us closer to one another.
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It is from such bodily joining we all come, so it's perhaps not so inapt to talk about childhoods after making love. (Sometimes we may have memories of when we first became aware of sex, which can be icebreaking anecdotal material.) Favourite lines:
His trembling sigh says the
magic is happening
inside of him.
I imagine a small part of him
dying into me, filling me
with warmth, light,
and peace.
This is a romantic scene you paint of the time of remaining in union while winding down. It has inspired a poem from me, Dying Inside which I will shortly post in this section.
His trembling sigh says the
magic is happening
inside of him.
I imagine a small part of him
dying into me, filling me
with warmth, light,
and peace.
This is a romantic scene you paint of the time of remaining in union while winding down. It has inspired a poem from me, Dying Inside which I will shortly post in this section.
21st Mar 2022 2:51pm
What a sweet comment. Thank you. And yes, the pleasant winding down together is part of the pleasure.
Thank you for mentioning me in connection with your poem.
Thank you for mentioning me in connection with your poem.
This poem has inspired a further one from me that came to my mind literally overnight.
The picture seems to point the mind at where the dying into you was. Poignant.
The picture seems to point the mind at where the dying into you was. Poignant.
21st Mar 2022 11:33pm
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