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He turned and was above me-
like the sun
and stars
and all else above me.
and he did it silently
and made me studder-
and took my breath-
took my breath under blankets-
and darkness-
and kissed me
with such strength
and sureness-
i would have lost
balance if standing.
like the sun
and stars
and all else above me.
and he did it silently
and made me studder-
and took my breath-
took my breath under blankets-
and darkness-
and kissed me
with such strength
and sureness-
i would have lost
balance if standing.
Published 22nd Oct 2012
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29th Oct 2012 11:15pm
Compare this piece by Dante Rossetti
Silent Noon
Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,--
The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:
Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms
'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass.
All round our nest, far as the eye can pass,
Are golden kingcup-fields with silver edge
Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge.
'Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass.
Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly
Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky:--
So this wing'd hour is dropt to us from above.
Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower,
This close-companioned inarticulate hour
When twofold silence was the song of love.
>>>>>>It seems you are in good company....well done then.
Silent Noon
Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,--
The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:
Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms
'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass.
All round our nest, far as the eye can pass,
Are golden kingcup-fields with silver edge
Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge.
'Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass.
Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly
Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky:--
So this wing'd hour is dropt to us from above.
Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower,
This close-companioned inarticulate hour
When twofold silence was the song of love.
>>>>>>It seems you are in good company....well done then.
30th Oct 2012 00:20am
thank you for both of your comments- it is always nice to hear what people have to think. cheers!
