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making love
Contributed by
lostonlyforalittlewhile
on
Tuesday, 1st July 2008 @ 12:29:30 PM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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Let our bodies be one, if only for a moment
or a moment’s moment: brief like a bomb bursting or babies
being born – like everything being born.
Let us marry our impermanent flesh
and hearts that pump blood, not sonnets.
Let the rhythm of our pulses conduct an orchestra of movement;
play
My body, My musician, with your melodic hands
until the magnificent song of our sensations
is nothing less than a symphony.
Let our limbs and lips fool us into thinking
– for a moment’s moment – that we are not
alone.
And then, soon as it all began, let the resolution remind us
how imperfect this all is.
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lostonlyforalittlewhile
... [
2008-07-01 12:29:30] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: making love
(User Rating: 1 ) by wheels on
Tuesday, 1st July 2008 @ 12:42:58 PM AEST (User
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I love your poem. It is unique in its execution and touching to my very heart (what I’ve left right now) but it is sweet and lonely in its quest for love with a resolve for loneliness.
--Kevin
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Re: making love
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 1st July 2008 @ 10:21:53 PM AEST (User
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What a sad and lonely way to look at making love. :(
But the piece was crafted with a remarkable talent. I adore the comparison
melting with someone to an orchestra, music, melody, a S Y M P H O N Y!! wow!
This piece describes exactly what it means to fall for someone, give yourself
to them, (in that "moment's moment of bliss) and then are left feeling nothing
but emptiness. So painfully sad, and yet there is a beauty in here I can't
quite describe, but we will always reach for. Well done.
~Breezy
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