I make love to you
my dear beloved
Every woman that I loved was the same woman
and you are that woman.
Not an individual really,
but divine.
And you loved me over and over
in countless tender ways.
Love me more.
I must have more of your tenderness.
You are my bridge.
You are the destination.
This heart loves and can not see what it loves.
Let me search in your eyes
I am sure that it is there,
very deep within,
and extending to the very edge of the universe.
I make love to you now.
About Me
- Mossy
- I suspect that I have a heart but it has been buried and now is held hostage in a little cup with a tight lid.
5 comments:
such a beautiful poem -- each word!
Who are you?
Would you unravel me
like the mysteries of life?
Shall I show you some of my many masks…
name, occupation, education and views?
You see me bare, naked before you
and ask me to dress myself.
I have a better idea.
You bare yourself,
your heart,
your essence.
Take off your thoughts, ideas and concepts
and throw them huridly on the floor
that we may share closely
our delicious inner experiences.
The eyes of the matter,
can see only the visible.
Dress yourself with the masks--
illusion to the soul
identity for the mind
your naked heart
and your bare soul
are yet anonymous
Wrap them with a body—
Alike and unfamiliar
Mossy, you have touched me so deeply with this poem, so very deeply. Unity with divinity, is that what you seek?
Your words may not reveal your identity so much, but they do begin to give me a glimpse of your soul.
Thank you for this treasure. I have to say again just how glad I am that I realized I could click on your name in my comments or I never would have seen such beauty.
beautiful..!
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