I find a religion in you,
a magnetic draw that pulls me to my knees,
forcing me to kneel,
worshiping the outline sketched in skin,
the whispering incense of your scent,
coveting the chalice of your body
wanting to mold it- not into mine,
but into the essence of my being,
I find prayer easy at those moments,
the times when it seems not only God,
but also you, are within reach,
a mantra repeated silently on my lips,
quietly willing you not to move,
and for myself not to breathe,
not to break the thin line
tying myself to you.
In the silence
I feel my body tremble---slightly--
as the conflict between
touching heaven and
adoring it further
reduces any intellectual thought
I may have had.
In those moments,
there is not mere religion,
but also glimpses of heaven,
and worshiping at the alter of you
is the only thing that makes sense.
Author notes
To someone very special to me
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Comments
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this is great lots of emotions, i feel it would come across better if you did it in verses, but besides that i really enjoyed this piece, take care
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OK...now anyone who has been in love...as in true love can relate himself/herself to each and every feeling expressed in your poem.your poem is that real!!
hats off to you!! -
well..I am sure that your someone special...will smile ear to ear
with the tenderness and spiritual beauty you wrote in your poem!
way to write!
way to live, breathe, and feast your life!
ears/Seattle
BRAVO! BRAVO!
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