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For you, I drink poetry
(while your pen pours passion
for me)
and always so much more than
that, than flickers of sensuality -
the dredging up
from salty shadow depths, our
being pouring through the holes
in our souls on
impulses created of love –
the years falling away,
seeing the sacred test of truth
more than language or pictures
more than skin-yearnings
and erogenous pleasures
We write, you and I
(with others, with each other)
of wants and desires
listening to our outpourings
that sometimes touch
the hearts of men, so
why does mine ache so?
I am an actor who forgets his lines
my kisses devoid of taste
With you, Adiemus Anders,
love - pure love - rushes hot and vapid
through dilated vessels, and I vow
that never
will I write for you with less
than all that I am
We seek sanctity
grasping the true spirit of life -
we are poetry; loud
with whispers of love
Adiemus Anders
©crisstiena
Author notes
I think I followed all the guidelines...
A contest entry
- Some Skin in the Game by Heart Sutra.
2200 points, ended June 19, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
critical reviews welcome, but BE NICE
Comments
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This is truly a lovely poem. I found it to be a spark of brightness in the middle of a dim night. Thank you for sharing it.
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you ran the guidelines over, which is fine in my book. what a grand display of semantic brilliance laced in overtures of deeper faith, love and hope. I hear ya loud and clear..
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Beautiful. There is a depth and a purity here that rings true like a bell, a sigh, or a whisper. Somehow, between the lines, I detect an edge of melancholy . . . a longing unfulfilled . . . and perhaps just my projection. But, still, there is a subtle mix of feelings . . .
You have given this such life and wonderful, breathless imagery. Very well done. An excellent write.
Garrison
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Your silken words would soothe the most parched throats, Sweetie. Good luck in Zayra's contest. 
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