You are cold, I said,
But so beautiful that the darkness hovers near you with all of her stars--
Returning always, helpless with desire.
I am a rocky shore, you said.
Receive me, moon-drawn and rhythmic like a pulse--
I will turn your certainties to sand.
If I am a rocky shore, I said,
Then I offer you surrender smooth as an angel's thigh--
Marbled with devotion and hopelessness.
Come, you said, kiss me for the high,
A little less each time--
Until, finally, I close over you and take you into my blue, barely-beating depths
To be un-born,
Forever,
As my lover.
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for One Shot Wednesday
Passionate...I love it!
ReplyDeleteHOL-EE COW!!!!! Your love poems just SLAY me. "surrender smooth as an angel's thigh". Oh my God. And "marbled with devotion and hopelessness."
ReplyDeleteFantastic!!!!!!!!
Dark and elegant, and the metaphor of emotional depths and dark water, the images of surrender and fading warmth, drowning and loss, play out perfectly in this cold, rhythmic "moon drawn' embrace "...a little less each time..." Cold in every way. Fine writing, Shay.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful writing, as always with passion!
ReplyDeleteLove and hugs!
I love the use of color, dark but vibrant with your choice of words. Nice.
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of surrendering/succumbing at the end...also, you had certainties turn to sand. It would be more predictable/obvious to have one's UNcertainties turn to sand, but you gave us the unexpected. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteunborn....forever...
ReplyDeleteAloha to you
from Honolulu!
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p.s. I LOVE the title!!!! Sigh. Such a hopeless romantic. Hopeless being the operative word, in my case, hee hee! Shay - you write the socks off anyone!
ReplyDeletei have unfurled the sails and will smash myself upon that rocks...just to taste passion like that...nice write shay...
ReplyDeleteGorgeous, full and warm. A passionate treat.
ReplyDelete"To be un-born,
ReplyDeleteForever,
As my lover."
Now, that says something about becoming someone's lover, Shay.
Gorgeous piece.
Pamela
"But so beautiful that the darkness hovers near you with all of her stars--
ReplyDeleteReturning always, helpless with desire."
I could read that a hundred times and not tire of it. Gorgeous.
This is so sexy, Shay!
ReplyDeleteThank you :-)
Love this passionate piece.
ReplyDeleteA very beautiful piece.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully passionate writing Shay..unborn forever....great...bkm
ReplyDeleteI'm continually impressed with your work. It's far and above my most recent work entitled "I Found Jesus In The Dairy Section". You may think I'm joking, but you'd be surprised ;-)
ReplyDeleteamazing post
ReplyDeleteAh, cold indeed! That lover is frosty and dangerous, squandering the "I" into dust. And the hopelessly devoted "I" surely should run like hell. But I suppose she won't. Nope, she'll stick around for the soul-sucking kisses like the rest of us. ;) Love it!
ReplyDeleteAs a life-long Michigander, I found this particular piece quite poignant, Shay. Very nice!
ReplyDeleteYes - definitely passionate.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful writing Shay.
ReplyDeleteAnita.
forever ... deep sigh
ReplyDelete...to be unborn forever...
ReplyDeleteTotally new take, here, Shay. That's what it's about!
slipping silently beneath.
ReplyDeleteWow! Wow! Wow! That's all I can say. Wow! Fantastic. Ok, and I can say that too. And these other words. Great poem!
ReplyDeleteAs always passionate and sultry...
ReplyDeletexo Gab
Who would not repeck yer poetic naychur? You write like a swoon of a dream on a beach on the moon rising from the deepest of love's seas. Dunno how else to say it. You did it all. If you can love half as well as your words for it, lucky, lucky is the world. The pic is perfect, too.- Brendan
ReplyDeleteWhoa! Incredible-- From the title to the very last word.
ReplyDeleteThank you, jj
A sensuous delight, as my husband would say. Always look forward to your creations. Today, we are one with the stones...
ReplyDeleteMore delicious than rocky road.
ReplyDeleteI love how you put words together. These lines were favorites,
ReplyDelete"I am a rocky shore, you said.
Receive me, moon-drawn and rhythmic like a pulse--
I will turn your certainties to sand."
I really liked the last line. The idea of certainties becoming sand.
Another sensual, heady delight! Are your grocery lists lyrical wonders?
ReplyDelete"I am a rocky shore, you said.
ReplyDeleteReceive me, moon-drawn and rhythmic like a pulse--
I will turn your certainties to sand."
That is exquisite, Shay.
Hard for me to think of Michigan in quite the same way ..
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