Desire

So what? What can we do for you? What do you what us to get from this, or what is supposed to be a poem?

Joseph! My dear friend! What we are supposed to Do is, "Engage ourselves in the indulgence of Compassion."  

This poem sounds to me like a case of Life, inside the "Invisible Cloisters."  

It is not an easy life that, and for those of us who find ourselves residing there, even if through inclination, it is often enough the overlooked case that it is circumstance more our overlord which places us anyplace, rather than pure choice, yes?

Compassion must be first and foremost, even upon irritation. And as i consider both you and Baldwin to be my friends (though I have not consulted with Baldwin upon that matter as I have with you!) I feel compelled also to bring to consideration a second thought—Upon the understanding that in all things circumstance is more oftener our larger overlord than is pure choice, might we not from there conceive of a way to at least Imagine a position from within which which all correspondence engaged in may be in some way become tinged with pleasure? This is a taller order than compassion I will readily admit, and is by no means something I claim to be always capable of doing myself (it being a new thought to myself as well), but still, I think it bears consideration as one of many innumerable "Thoughts of Interest."  

Always in the ferment your dear friend,  

Em

"... or what is supposed to be a poem?"

Why have you used "or".

And be specific.  Why would my submission not be a poem?

In any case, I don't expect one who has never experienced carnal bliss and all that comes with an affectionate and life-affirming touch -- and who is apparently afraid of doing so --- and then been deprived of it,  to get anything out of what I wrote.

Very dear Em-ily, and Baldwin,
Thank you very much Em-ily for your eye-opener message. I only don't like the idea, "...a hunger that remains unsatisfied." I am sorry for my rush. Perhaps, l was affected by past messages. However, l am very glad you have told me that, Em-ily. I am so sorry Baldwin and Em-ily. I 'll be more concerned in the future.

"I am so sorry Baldwin and Em-ily. I 'll be more concerned in the future."

Concerned with what?

To be good with both of you, Baldwin.

"To be good with both of you, Baldwin."

That would mean (1) answering and not dodging and/or labeling my questions as not worth responding to, (2) entirely avoiding ad hominems and red herringed responses to my remarks about how poorly you write, and (3) providing evidence for your claims when asked to do so.  Your track record -strongly indicates that you won't/can't do this.  

It is an elegantly phrased depiction of love and loss, and by this it has earned its place in the sweet domain of poetry!

Thank you.  I take it that you have had such an experience.

Long ago, something quite similar. Similar enough to know that losing love is no laughing matter.

I trust you know that in saying that my submission is a poem, not to mention a good one,  the self-proclaimed master of poetry (J-Z)  will judge you as having no critical skills or knowledge of what good poetry looks like!

Rare is the poetry cop with court authority.

I enjoyed it. Great job poet

Thank you.  But I'd be grateful if you'd tell me how and why my submission proved enjoyable to you. In other words, what makes the piece good poetry?

For me Baldwin I read of  a great love obtained then lost with a mad longing for it to return

"The writer above appears very insensitive and I don't know why. "

It's because he's a gnostic
a pinched
and aged puritan
and thinks that pleasures of the flesh
are sullying.