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Murmers at the Dusk of Day - 1. Dream Lover

This first poem is one that the mere idea of "Whispers in the Dark" immediately brought to mind. When is one apt to hear whispers but when you are alone with your lover. Welcome to my Dream Lover.

Dream Lover

Darkness swallows all the shadows, dimming any light

As he comes to me like a creature of the night

Kisses rain down on me

A touch

A tease

Till I am his

 

My body is his instrument; one he knows just how to play

I’d live for this pleasure, but he refuses appear to me each day

His touch sooths my burning skin

A balm

A fire

Till all is but desire

 

The things that are done in the cool darkness of the night’s moon

Would make Aphrodite blush, even if it ends for me too soon

His voice is but a whisper

A word

A name

Then the bed is empty

 

I cling to the fading scent, the stolen moments of time

Where love is happily shown, not hidden like a crime

Once more alone in bed

No sleep

No peace

And a ruined heart as well.

 

The reality of light as dawn shatters dark’s hold

Making all the dreams fall way before I get too bold

No sign that he was here

No cologne

No stains

Just a pain left in my heart of a love that could have been

 

The memories are mixed

Now that I’m alone

The heart was not made

To stand on its own

And whispered words of love

Are things that I’ve outgrown

So my first idea when I read the suggestion for the poetry anthology was the soft whispers of love one tells the other in the heat of passion, and the memories of that when the heat is gone. Comments are always welcome. If you enjoyed it feel free to click that like button.
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Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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comicfan
On 04/20/2013 01:10 AM, Mark92 said:
Very moving Unc, and so very well done thank you :hug:
I just kept thinking when someone might speak softly at night. This was my first thought.
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carringtonrj

You really work well with words here. I like how each verse ends. You throw up lots of interesting ideas. A well-worked piece. Thanks for sharing.

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comicfan
On 04/20/2013 04:27 AM, carringtonrj said:
You really work well with words here. I like how each verse ends. You throw up lots of interesting ideas. A well-worked piece. Thanks for sharing.
And thank you for the suggestions. Greatly appreciated.
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W_L

This was reflexive and interesting piece. Lust is strong and powerful, but it doesn't last. Only love in the waking world does :D

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layla

Those last four lines were the most powerful of the poem for me, really pulling the whole thing together and driving the point home. Great job.

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comicfan
On 04/20/2013 07:23 AM, W_L said:
This was reflexive and interesting piece. Lust is strong and powerful, but it doesn't last. Only love in the waking world does :D
Love can be remembered but it is only in the waking world where it can be embraced.
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comicfan
On 04/20/2013 08:01 AM, layla said:
Those last four lines were the most powerful of the poem for me, really pulling the whole thing together and driving the point home. Great job.
Thank you Layla. I'm glad the poem had meaning for you.
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K.C.

I have already ran out of Likes :pissed: .... This soooo needs a like. If I had a dream lovver like that, I would never get out bed again. Buy black-out shades and keep him in bed. :P

Great Job Wayne :hug:

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comicfan
On 04/21/2013 03:15 AM, K.C. said:
I have already ran out of Likes :pissed: .... This soooo needs a like. If I had a dream lovver like that, I would never get out bed again. Buy black-out shades and keep him in bed. :P

Great Job Wayne :hug:

Thanks KC. Just my shot at the idea for this. I liked it.
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comicfan
On 04/21/2013 03:15 AM, K.C. said:
I have already ran out of Likes :pissed: .... This soooo needs a like. If I had a dream lovver like that, I would never get out bed again. Buy black-out shades and keep him in bed. :P

Great Job Wayne :hug:

Thanks KC. Just my shot at the idea for this. I liked it.
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Mikie

Very raw and heated. And raw. Raw is the word I keep going back to. This poem is both very visually and lyrically moving, and left my heart beating a little bit faster. Great work, Wayne :)

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comicfan
On 04/21/2013 01:42 PM, Mikie said:
Very raw and heated. And raw. Raw is the word I keep going back to. This poem is both very visually and lyrically moving, and left my heart beating a little bit faster. Great work, Wayne :)
I am glad that the poem reached you.
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comicfan
On 04/21/2013 01:42 PM, Mikie said:
Very raw and heated. And raw. Raw is the word I keep going back to. This poem is both very visually and lyrically moving, and left my heart beating a little bit faster. Great work, Wayne :)
I am glad that the poem reached you.
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