Therapeutic Defilement: A Memory

This is a very long knife thrust into the heart. Thank you. :-(

I am happy that you enjoyed giving this poem of mine, a read! It was from a series of certain, specific, blissful memories that I have, some of them being from past lives and some from this life. Sometimes, reading about beautiful moments or things can... I don't doubt... feel like one's heart is deeply and powerfully impacted by the experience. So, in that respect your metaphor about a knife thrust into one's heart is very well chosen! I once heard it said that some things can be simply too beautiful for some to bear. Just as other things can be too hideous. All part of the splendid dualities of life! *Smiles* :)

I would like to create something with you again. We each enter five words and you write it here. What do you think?

I appreciate the offer, but at present I simply have too many projects of my own on the back burner needing to be completed... both written projects and art projects alike... and my schedule has become extremely hectic on most days as it is. I did enjoy the poem we worked on though, that was very fun to create! You do some good work... keep at it, and you will create some truly great things of your own, I have no doubt about that.

I enjoy this cooperation, you don't even know the last time I laughed. It's really nice when someone shares it and people like it. Then we'll put each one here for comparison, and at the end of the month you'll get a piece of gum for it. :D

I enjoyed that one poem we wrote together as well, Ivo. I am happy that our working on that one together made you laugh. And indeed, people did end up liking that poem and very much so! Whilst I have not the time to spare at present to collaborate with you on another one... and regrettably I don't care for gum, but I still appreciate the humor in your statement about the gum... I do enjoy reading your works when you create them. I will most definitely be sure to read anything new you write, should you feel like sharing it here on Deep Underground Poetry! In the meantime, stay well and think only happy thoughts. :D

This was to do with those pleasure services they had on some of those other planets we lived on in really old ancient days, wasn't it! Those women, and the children who worked in those services also, had many ways of making their clients feel happy for a time. It was not like prostitution or anything quite as simplistic as that, it was something deeper and more meaningful than simple pleasure that they offered. The one you write of here, she was I can very much picture, probably one of your favorites! I do not know which one it could have been, but you probably remember even if you do not say. That picture you put up with the poem, it was how I knew what this was about, I recognized the woman's overall look in it. Pale, shaved head and eyebrows, wearing a white gown. She was very beautiful, the woman you wrote of in this poem. Keep her memory in your heart, Kara! Never lose it, it is a powerful memory and full of happy things. I like this poem! A true celebration of how someone dear to your heart made you feel.

You are correct, Cami, that is precisely what this poem is about... the one I wrote about in it, she was my joy in times of great darkness, and a taste of paradise in times that were truly hellish quite often. I never speak her name, but I keep it in my heart always and remember her vividly no matter how the ages have passed since those bygone days. Pleasure is not far removed, to me, from love... and oft I have found that a lover can become so much more if you open your heart fully to them and they to you in return. As you astutely noted, the people of my home planet back then had some very unusual (at least by this world's standards) ideas about beauty. A lot of people shaved their heads, eyebrows and all, and pale skin was seen as a sign of great beauty so even people who were not naturally pale sometimes wore pale makeup to give that impression. For the pleasure service providers, the look was mandatory whilst for everyone else it was optional and a matter of individual taste and at times simply a matter of what was trendy. I have seen echoes of this in some ancient cultures here on Earth down through the ages, but even so it is still quite different in comparison. Long flowing diaphanous gowns and other comfortable but fashionable attire was big on our planet, and at times a source of aesthetic pleasure in and of itself for many people. Fashion as a means of self-expression was big with us, and even in all of my lives here on Earth I have used fashion as a form of self-expression. Something that even amongst the people of this planet is not wholly uncommon, if perhaps to a different extent. I always keep memories of the things that delight me strong in my heart, sometimes they are what brings a smile to my face when one is needed most readily. I always celebrate those I love, both those I love right now (including you, naturally) and those whom I have loved in the past. Love celebrated, is love glorified! *Smiles* :)

Heya, Kara my babe! Great poetry you've posted yet again my lovey dove. Camilla's not the only one who recognizes the subject matter this is about! I've got past life memories from back on those other planets too as ya know, and babe you totally do the subject justice. Cool stuff, got to say! Love ya always.

I am SO happy to see you on here tonight after such a long absence, my beloved magical princess! Like I told Camilla, she got it right what this poem is all about, and I know that you remember this stuff just like we do. It's one of those good, pleasant memories we all share, and that's what makes it even more special. So happy you enjoyed reading this, sweetie! I love you too, and always will. *Smiles* :)