Your impressions linger in the waking
tissue sunlight slipping
between appendages shadows drawn.
My fingers can trace by memory
every fiber that molds you, body
aches for the way you fit my length.
The sheets -- a textile sculpture --
each shadow hides a story of promise,
each fold a memory ready to re-blossom.
Rivers overflow their bed in rain's rush
resculpt the race they travel.
Trees twist to the turning light
throw up their arms at the winds bluster.
'til history is ringed in their cells,
their desires in the arch of their leaves.
We remember, the quiet beginning,
the feeling of tongue and lips,
the taste of flesh and water,
as we fed each other. We are no
longer the beach and sea, the river stone
and water race. We have crashed upon the rocks
recreated from the spray our being, untwisted
tortured needs, until
fresh spring through mountain rill --
we take new paths, new shadows cast.
Our lips enshrine the spirit
hold our names upon the tongue.
3:17 PM
May 25, 2007
Newington, VA
In a list
A contest entry
- Love Can Be Sweetly Sensual by Heavenly Angel.
525 points, ended June 10, 2007, 33 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
please tell me what you think, feel, resonate with
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"We remember, the quiet beginning,
the feeling of tongue and lips,
the taste of flesh and water,
as we fed each other."
...ah, always those first tenative, searching moments that spark the fires and allow the remainder to enfold. Again, I love the imagery you capture in your words but even more what is said between the words and lines here. Excellent use of alliteration in this piece...it certainly aids in the flow, lets the words roll off the tongue in a soft sensual way. Beautiful poem that gives the reader a glimpse into the passion shared by two and the joy of a love rekindled.
Ruth
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Thanks for the review. I like and value the time you spent writing it. Oh, to see what lies beneath the cloth, under the words; those magical feelings that slip from between the lines. You have and sensed the song, the poem has contained. The words a paean to the magic that lives within hearts and expressed by touch.
Again my thanks.
Peace & Love, Tom B.
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The title really caught my eye. I love it! This is so beautiful and loevly. Your wording is perfect. This poem makes me want more. I've read tons of love poems but this one is one of the best
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Really !?! This is such a simple clarion call to the joys of touch. I think my newer ones "The Hush" "Patterns" "Wither Comes The Owl" are even better. But, I am probably bragging and I shouldn't. These were just for a lady who should know how loveable she is.
Love,Tom B.
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Interesting write. Makes one think.Great free form. I don't write much that doesn't rhyme. Guess I'm not good at it. You are good at it. Also you have great use of metaphors.
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I realized the other day that I am celebrating forty years of writing poetry. It shows you how slow I am because I am just starting to get the hang of it.
I have paid attention to the writing of other poets and learned from them. I focus on the lyricism of words and try to awaken the senses to what is going on. It is kind of funny because I am so analytical, a deep spiritual seeker, designer and visionary. Maybe we bring the richness of our living to our work, i hope so.
Thanks for all of your kind words. I appreciate the joy and love I find there.
Tom B.
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enshrine! What a lovely word. I can honestly say I have never seen that in a poem to my recent recall! That goes to show just how awesome you really are
Love always,
Mel
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i have been haveing alot of fun lately at what coming to gether means. Playing with a sense of being whole. We will see what comes of it. Must be caused by a leak of fairy dust.
Love, Tom B.
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Kaleidoscopic patterns of love ever unfold completeness in promise beyond the confines we have chosen, like the intertwining branches of the tree reaching to the sun to sustain it, to kiss it into translucent beauty, the rain to keep it supple. A tree will feed the wind, which, in turn plays among its lace for the sake of dance, eventually shedding leaves and blossoms like veils to swirl a new dance upon the earth.
Love always etches new channels upon thought, which moves upon being, carving new design, each seeking a level of beauty expressly its own to resonate in being.
It has been said that orgasmic sensual love is a mini death, the explosion upon the rocks. How amazing the cohesion and adhesion that pulls together endless new patterns to grow, delight, enchant, and reflect life.
Ehpemeral here, but we begin to see the intelligence which holds each name indelibly in the scheme of things and the gifts with which we are endowed to express. That we touch is only the beginning, and you touch the vision in your poetry with such a smile!
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Your words sing the song of all the love I find. Yes, we are changed when touched by a sense of completeness. This was just a simple effort to evoke the awarness that like nature the forces of the world change and create us as much as we do ourselves.
Names are magical. To have the name of someone is to be able to call out to them and them alone. When we are completed by each other in a sense we are renamed.
Love, Tom B.
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you know, Tom, that I love this series and think you need to cokmplete a book...This one is fantastic wiuth the same unique style as the others...I love it! Beautifully done, my friend!
Lynda
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Perhaps when I come to the end of my vision involving Plain Jane there will be a book. Time will tell or perhaps she will tell me to get on with it. Who knows? Not I. But thanks for your support and for sharing all the joy you find in my simple pieces.
Love,Tom B.
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"The sheets -- a textile sculpture --
each shadow hides a story of promise,
each fold a memory ready to re-blossom."
Well this was a beautiful piece and the above paste is my favorite part
Such a talent you are Always my pleasure to read ~Tia
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A study in contrasts. Glad it brightened your day.
Love, Tom B.
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Never one to mince words are you? I am glad I know you love me.
Tom B.
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It enthralls me that when a friendship grows up or love is enlargened how we become something bigger than what we imagined. Maybe it becomes a spiritual thing more than the physical one, and that is a delight in itself. Plain Jane is growing wiser as she spreads her wings across you. Love, C
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Notice where this takes place. In the space after the event everyone finds so important. The event is just a moment and the next moment we are different or it is just more of the same with new words. Love -- really -- love changes us.
Tom B.
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Thank you for sharing another of your Plain Jane poems. There is nothing plain about the sensuality expressed here. I loved the way you described the sheets as a textile sculpture. Good luck in this contest.
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You enjoyed the last one you saw so much. There are several others that have happened in between but I am glad you stopped in for this one. We change every thing we touch and bring new dimensions to the journey Glad you enjoyed my calling attention to such with textile sculpture. Thanks.
Love, Tom B.
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Your Plain Jane series is exceptional...
I have no worry that you will place in
this contest - you are the epitome of
sensual poetry... Love to you, Lane
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The contest is never the concern, just an arena to play my best. If I am the epitome then perhaps I have reached my zenith in your starry sky or when you watch my thousand winking eyes you realize the acme of sensuality is the breeze that wraps your shoulders and whispers on the tendrils of your spine (they really should have names
Love, Tom B.
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Preciously Painted of love's display
Absolutely stunning how you are able to capture the moment of events with someone so intimately. It is a extremely beautiful act. (Atleast with the right person it is ) You are a very talented heart Tomis! You twist & shape the metaphors to the priceless heartfelt masterpiece of poetry! With your scribings no wonder they call it the "ART" of Making Love 
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Art is always in the hands of the receiver or perhaps it is the feeling that grows in the heart when we no we are part of something bigger than ourselves. If I have touched your spirit and evoked a joy, made you unwilling to accept a touch that does not shower love along each nerve as your cells are drenched with passion, then that is truly art indeed.
Love, Tom B.
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And that my dear sir....
You have accomplished ♥
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Magnificent Metaphors et Read
This one has topped the last one I read, it gets better and better. I have a fave in this because it move my heart and soul:
"My fingers can trace by memory
every fiber that molds you, body
aches for the way you fit my length."
This is classic, erotic, sensuality witten in heavenly bliss. Tom you are magnificent, and a amazing poet. You imagery awesome, and I loved every word of this read....Had me thinking; Oh Glory what a man....smile my poet friend. You have capture the arts of love and poetry.......excellent write..novy
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I had been playing with several different ideas for this contest and was getting frustrated because I couldn't get any of them to work. Then I had a doorway open and this poured forth. We learn with more than our mind and when we still our minds we will find that so much more knowledge lives and breathes in us about the things that are truly important in our live. But, I run on.
I am glad that you enjoyed this. I always enjoy the passion and joy that you share with me
Love,Tom B.
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Firstly, you have done this contest justice, very much love, sweetly sensual. This is the reflective surface of the water. Down with the depths of this, is found more. Well done my friend. Love, Luna
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you are such a tease Every man woman and ... wants to know what is in the depths where the shadows swirl and light glows with a steady heat. I would say more but then it would be another poem and I would just add to the confusion Thanks for dropping by and leaving your bunnies to multiply.
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I'm hooked.
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Oh no! Some gaff of mine. Well, I believe in catch and release. Would never do to have you taken from your magical spells woven with great warp and woof to the shuttle cocks chirp and hum. Have fun as you slide through dreams seeking hopes to seed.
But be careful with the bunnies they often multiply quickly for the giver.
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Most wonderfully, beautifully, and sensually written! I KNEW you could write awesomely for this contest
Thank you so much for sharing! I very much enjoyed this one!
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I wanted to do something a little different. I hope that didn't put you off. I wanted to catch the moment when one has already left and the other is caught in musing, well I tell too much. Thanks for the challenge. You knew the note I left was only kidding.
Love Tom b.
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