in the still of the night
you come to me
in my sleep
not wanting to wake
acquiescing to subdued silence
still
the wanting,
the wanting takes over
tracing tiny circles in my palm
punctuated pounding
gives way to rivulets of craving
and so you reach for me
longing that will not be denied
culminates in
whispers and parted lips
converging hearts
yielding to
soft sighs of surrender
capitulating to desire
in the still of the night
Copyright © Henri Ferguson 2003
Author notes
Woke up in the middle of the night with these words. Embellished memories manifesting as dreams? Nocturnal cravings? No matter, the words and poem are sufficient...for now.
Written September 20th, 2003
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yay, this is a great write, good work
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Sorry it has taken me a while to get back to you. It's just that sometimes I like this poetry thing, other times I don't (I mean everything that writing implies). I go through periods in which I dream strange dreams and remember them all. In truth it can be quite disturbing. Do dreams really carry meaning or are they just part of our subconsciousness, a whim of our fantasies. Thanks for sharing your graceful words,
Maria -
was it reality
or was it a dream~
Is there a difference~
Come to me in the silence of the night
Come to me in the speaking silence of dream~
Now this one I liked~
Dreams~cravings~leaves you wanting more~
A very tasty write~
Smiles~Emma -
humm..subtle..an
d so inviting..like the style and content is alluring..nice write..looking forward to feeling it again some dau my self!! -
Just noticed the wolf, baying at the moon, and that made me smile. The words, Henri, so tender. The circles on the palm of the hand, It's little gestures like that hidden in your work that bring it to life, make it real. Very visual. Perhaps it was her whisper into the night that woke you.
L
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Yummy words!
A sense of urgent lust... sigh... makes me wish it to be night time right now.
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Henry,
As you always seem to do, you have again succeeded in taking me to that tender place in your heart.
And in reading this I wonder if the womyn that is coming to you in your slumber is in fact, coming to your bed or in your dreams in your twilight state...
Gorgeously written as always,Henri
Sarah -
"still
the wanting,
the wanting takes over"
Pretty much says it all...:)
Certainly clicks that silent switch inside of me.
Nocturnal cravings... to be sure.
Very well written...
hugs..
Mary Ann
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Outstanding
"acquiescing to subdued silence" powerful line and poetic in it's own right - I agree with CM in that it does have a sense of urgency - not to be mistaken with desperation but something which lends to the spiritual side of the heart. I found this piece to be quite intense and can relate in many ways. Your author's comment shows a level of patience that is often difficult to achieve when it comes to matters of passion. I admire that and your ability to convey your thoughts. Excellent work Henri - Much Respect, Brian -
there is an urgency to this piece... that steps beyond the romantic ideology of love...moving moreso into the primordial realm of desire.
i've always found such to be a powerful ambrosia.
adore this,
T
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Very sensual Henri, you are a true romantic for sure. Whispers and soft sighs are what the best dreams are made of, and in the still of the night, in the quiet of the early early morning, thats when passion tastes like warm butter and sweet cream, soft, delicious, a little piece of heaven. I love this.
~ becky
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toe-tinglingly good
The words are more than sufficient, and if you display this coherence, this deft wordsmithery in the middle of the night, you affirm what reading your other poems has made me suspect, that you within you beats the heart of a true poet. The 'acquiescing to subdued silence' is interesting, almost like your night visitor was tip-toeing in, trying not to make the floor-boards or the bedsprings creak, suppressing the more vocal sounds of passion, just as if you are not in the house alone, but visiting or having guests in the spare room who may be wakeful! A touch of the surreptitious, the illicit; and then the repetition of 'the wanting', emphasising the desire which you feel? she displays? we readers aren't quite sure, but it seems to be mutual, the one underlining the other, feeding the other... I admire the contrasting images of the delicate palm tracing, the tiny circles -the gentle teasing, contained, controlled, the finesse that gradually builds, to contrast with the next line, straight in, punctuated pounding - blood in the brain, blood from the beating heart, the pounding of elemental desire on the flexible barrier of reason; it expresses a sudden change from the beginnings of foreplay to a surge of immediacy; and yet, you surprise again, using rivulets of craving - not a torrent, a small, but persistent trickling of desire - you build and back off, (mindful of the neighbours?!) and then when the longing will no longer be denied, it culminates in such exquisite tenderness, a gentle release - and again, I admire and love the contrasts you use again with the combination of parted lips/ converging hearts. The parting and the coming together that defines aspects of love, it certainly elicited a soft sigh from me as I continue to be in awe of poetic talents. your words are silk on the mind. thank you. -
Ooohhh errrr Henri....
Subtle sensuality expressed...its not blatently erotic
and as a result could leave much to the imagination...
Certainly seems like a deep yearning to be with someone...
Lovely write
~ sonia ~
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