words written in order, sequence, chronology
always knowing the time, the day, the weekof this I have little understanding
my heart beats because it must
it has no rhythm that it must followmy thoughts all come juxtaposed
my memories come in portions
in bundles and these are remembereddepending on the passion of that moment
when I’d prick my hand in a thorn bush
or wallowed in the waft of flower bedsa first soft touch of a woman’s skin
my desires were lofted onto sky rockets
and since then I lust for a repeat
of this sensual ride
I remember but not in the order
of which they took placeI just know of when my dark blood
ran fast through me
and the saline drops trickle down
dispersing from out the sides of my eyes
this from a despair of knowing
this too will soon pass
and only a beat-less heart
would remain
with juxtaposed memories
and blood that turned the color,
flowing through all others,
a dispassionate light red
Wowzers! You knocked this one out of the park, my friend.
ReplyDeleteanother melancholy song...
ReplyDeleteI find this poem to be very passionately expressed. All the best to you and your family on retreat.
ReplyDeleteLove the title and the pure desire expressed.
ReplyDeleteYou are a man of appetites, of sure love, of appreciation of women. Any man capable of tears is a real man in my book.
ReplyDeleteI truly loved this poem, very romantic, with a hint of melancholy.... Thanks. Amy
my memories come in portions
ReplyDeletein bundles and these are remembered
depending on the passion of that moment ~
mmm such intensity in this, I particularly like these lines
thank you for your frequent visits and wonderful comments on my blog
As artists/writers, I think we often feel out of time (or out of place in our own time).
ReplyDeleteNice images in this poem, too.
Fantastic poem! :-)
ReplyDeleteEverything will soon pass or come to pass ~ Specially like the last stanza ~
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