Long weeks,
wary circling,
testing, trying, teasing,
tumbling slowly into this one
moment;
above
my sprawled form you hover, unseen
ready to touch, to knead,
to embrace me
as yours.
When I first read this, I smiled for the sunlight and love I hear in every line. Reading it again today, the same smile returned, as I suspect it always will. Oboes and violins, like soothing like warm light; and the garden of people metaphor is brilliant. Utterly beautiful.
These are so incredibly beautiful, tim. And you bind me felt like gentle waves of love on a sunny day. And How can I love you? How can I not? These frame a delight in another, that connection which defies explanation.
These are exquisite examples of your deep talent.
@Defiance19 It's quite possible. It's a little ambiguous...who is really persuading whom? That would be one of those literary discussions that take up a whole class period. In any case, I'm with @BlindAmbition in that there is a unison affirmative eventually.
Three portraits of despair are presented here. Each one is as devastating as the other. Number 2 was especially powerful: the death of Hope would be a cataclysmic tragedy. And to have it pass unnoticed compounds the sadness. These are very well wrought poems.
Perhaps
I will lie prone,
talking to my pillow,
or on my back, watching your face
aflame;
you might
anticipate mounting indeed,
but before you cry out,
I first have to
say yes.
Roped and Tied is fun, and a hoot. But Good Outlook has important lessons for everyone. The last three stanzas are fantastic. Our own damn sin is right.
This is well done. The first two stanzas had me on the edge of my chair. In an instant it changes, like the feeling of a carnival ride. I love the phrase Hope is written on the wall, particularly.
This is the kind of sweet and marvelous moment Alek and Liam deserve. They deserve the happiness of enjoying the other. You give us this in a deep, satisfying draught in this chapter. It is lovely to read. Thanks.
Thank you, Gary. Your words mean a lot to me. Here indeed is the intense, bittersweet flavour of trying again, of risking despite one's fears. And of accepting that from another.