wait,
don't pull it completely down,
your zipper.
wait
that one moment
half way between the moment eternity wasn't invented
and the many following moments it didn't yet arrive
irrelevant how fast your action
and intent.
prove
the paradox of reality versus perception
seeing me
indifferent, before motion with no eternity in sight
dying, while eternity equals wait
dead, once eternity is just behind
and your nakedness in front.
the state of human, derived from the state of eternity
controlled by the state of you
and the flick of your fingers.
zip!...
I am richer now
with the knowledge that there is life after death
and all of it
fire.
In a list
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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The paradox of moment and that very feelings of picture frozen in time...
with an only word wait and its repetition you put on this picture a tension, the excitement of expectation... of waiting...
And the zipper's sound at the end... with one soft zip you are back from dreams to reality of nakedness and beauty of poetry and love and togetherness.
~Sonja~
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Not exposure in essence ...
but surrendering to the moment retained in memories to come; the linger or consideration of awarenes not yet indulged into; the beautiful sorrow of the lonesome act of fusion, yes, lonesome: for a very short while we share all as a perfect unit, then we are swirled into Eternal Oneness ...
A poem to ponder, with the fire of purification and of passion a zipper to the vulnerable victory of eternal nakedness.
Love
Myra
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and so often our perceptions become our realities. great writing, my friend... love and loving always leave us richer.
~ Nicolette
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*ahem* I leave in silence....my only "statement" being the lists I have added this remarkable penning to, dear Scribe...
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