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Sensuous Empathy
- Sensuous Empathy -
In autumn's season, upon a world far and distant,
Within a park at the center of a stretch of the city...
An oasis within a great industrial power's confines.
There, I waited within the scarlet and orange glow,
Of neon lights and fall colors mixing so intense!
That beautiful island of peace held far more pity...
Than my cruel kin who held power in those times!
I was unique for I felt love, and honor did I know.
My paramour came to me in the late of afternoon,
In a gown of whitest silk, to match her pale skin...
Like a beautiful ghost out of some ethereal domain.
She and her twin sister, who oft kept my company,
For lonely was my soul, and oft fearful of doom!
They had the skill to touch my heart deep within...
To ease my worries and free me for a time of pain!
Their arts, sensuous and esoteric, did set me free.
Dark were their eyes, and all shaven their heads,
Their voices light and lilting in a hypnotic way...
Softly suggesting, knowing already my feelings.
They served my house and my person; however,
There was love between us, and so deep it led!
That like depraved children, we oft met to play...
Our erotic games, in the places of our choosing!
So that our souls might couple, to bind forever.
Even in decadence, we were a people civilized,
Because the virtue of self expression had value...
In love just as in strife, we were ever individual.
Every taste was catered to, every desire satisfied,
By a caste of practitioners whose skills thrived!
I was a regular of their services, for I needed to...
Find a way to let go of all my fears, to feel well!
I would lie in their arms oft, in surrender's sigh.
They were not prostitutes but something noble,
A castle lost to time, whose arts are uncommon...
With powers of empathy, and deep gift of sight.
They put no price on their services, always free,
Their bodies and their souls, could thus channel!
Between them and I, bliss together to summon...
My warrior spirit knew such peace, and of light!
With every kiss, touch, and caress I felt ecstasy.
In autumn's season, upon a world far and distant,
Within a park at the center of a stretch of the city...
An oasis within a great industrial power's confines.
There, I waited within the scarlet and orange glow,
Of neon lights and fall colors mixing so intense!
That beautiful island of peace held far more pity...
Than my cruel kin who held power in those times!
I was unique for I felt love, and honor did I know.
My paramour came to me in the late of afternoon,
In a gown of whitest silk, to match her pale skin...
Like a beautiful ghost out of some ethereal domain.
She and her twin sister, who oft kept my company,
For lonely was my soul, and oft fearful of doom!
They had the skill to touch my heart deep within...
To ease my worries and free me for a time of pain!
Their arts, sensuous and esoteric, did set me free.
Dark were their eyes, and all shaven their heads,
Their voices light and lilting in a hypnotic way...
Softly suggesting, knowing already my feelings.
They served my house and my person; however,
There was love between us, and so deep it led!
That like depraved children, we oft met to play...
Our erotic games, in the places of our choosing!
So that our souls might couple, to bind forever.
Even in decadence, we were a people civilized,
Because the virtue of self expression had value...
In love just as in strife, we were ever individual.
Every taste was catered to, every desire satisfied,
By a caste of practitioners whose skills thrived!
I was a regular of their services, for I needed to...
Find a way to let go of all my fears, to feel well!
I would lie in their arms oft, in surrender's sigh.
They were not prostitutes but something noble,
A castle lost to time, whose arts are uncommon...
With powers of empathy, and deep gift of sight.
They put no price on their services, always free,
Their bodies and their souls, could thus channel!
Between them and I, bliss together to summon...
My warrior spirit knew such peace, and of light!
With every kiss, touch, and caress I felt ecstasy.
Published 18th Apr 2022
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18th Apr 2022 9:44pm
Imagery evoked through such expressions...dark yet compelling. I've missed you here dear Kara. 🌹
1st May 2022 1:21am
I have missed you as well, dearest Grace! It has been wonderful being able to be on here once again, after so long an absence... and wonderful hearing from you, also. This poem is, interestingly, a memory from a past life I had on another planet in a very ancient, bygone time. It was the same planet that my other writing "The Final Days of Lan'ka" took place on. It was a very dark world, and a very dark era in that world's history... but there were certain bright moments that stand out strongly in my mind when looking back to it, certain moments of joy, or happiness, or pleasure that did much to counter the darkness that was otherwise so omnipresent. This poem is basically contrasting one such brighter moment with the reality of the darkness that was all around, but just out of sight more often than not. I am glad that you enjoyed giving it a read! *Smiles* :D
