When I breathe your breath in me
chilled cold or heated to delight,
and when I see you seeing me
in darkness or in light;
When thoughts of touch bring majesty
from beggars two by two,
just then, my love, just then, you'll see
I will make love to you.
Then when your body wants my soul,
and nothing else will do,
when you at last give up control
that I have lent to you;
when pleading comes just short of voice,
and I am quite undone;
just then, my love, you'll make the choice
and love me like we're one.
Within that place a sovereign grace
dispels this life to dust;
as we as one in one embrace
embrace a different trust.
Slowly to the journeys end,
and end unto its own;
we two like storm tossed flowers bend
to pleasures no one's known.
As I the captain at your helm
command your sails to fill,
and you, commander of my realm
defer my every will;
together drifting aimlessly
on currents of desire;
joining so mysteriously
like ashes from the fire.
For when the heat is fully spent,
and we return to we,
we won't know where it is we went
but we'll know we were free.
Love, come carry us away,
away from simple care;
into that place we saw today
for seconds we were there.
chilled cold or heated to delight,
and when I see you seeing me
in darkness or in light;
When thoughts of touch bring majesty
from beggars two by two,
just then, my love, just then, you'll see
I will make love to you.
Then when your body wants my soul,
and nothing else will do,
when you at last give up control
that I have lent to you;
when pleading comes just short of voice,
and I am quite undone;
just then, my love, you'll make the choice
and love me like we're one.
Within that place a sovereign grace
dispels this life to dust;
as we as one in one embrace
embrace a different trust.
Slowly to the journeys end,
and end unto its own;
we two like storm tossed flowers bend
to pleasures no one's known.
As I the captain at your helm
command your sails to fill,
and you, commander of my realm
defer my every will;
together drifting aimlessly
on currents of desire;
joining so mysteriously
like ashes from the fire.
For when the heat is fully spent,
and we return to we,
we won't know where it is we went
but we'll know we were free.
Love, come carry us away,
away from simple care;
into that place we saw today
for seconds we were there.
Author notes
There is a distinct difference between making love and having sex, one has sex to scratch an itch. Making love as a form of art requires sex simply to be the vehicle that gets you where you intend to go...there's more to it. In my opinion, of course.
In a list
A contest entry
- Love making ... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended November 26, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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i thought it was very beautiful and romantic
what u wrote on the AN is very true i loved the way u explained that love makeing is something completly different than just haveing sex u expressed that beautifuly in your poem
loved it

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Thanks very much!
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WOW!!!
Absolutely BEAUTIFUL...
BTW: I created a list on My Page just to be sure not to lose this by a mere bookmark


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I'm honored
Thanks very much!
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Very imaginative treatment you made here to bring the truth of the journey of the love making..impressive indeed..well done..
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Thanks very much!
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Superb...
...., what's more, I shall be amazed if you don't win with this entry ; my gast will never have been so flabbered!
Deep and meaningful, with excellent rhyme and rhythm.
Well worth the calp.
Robin.

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Thanks very much...there's a whole lot of talent out there, so I try not to let my gast get flabbered too often.
thanks again!
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its full of love and has lust in it. a gr8 poem.i likeit


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Thanks very much!
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