Pulled Down Fantasies
By Don Iannone
Pulled down fantasies
...like the cool satin sheets
...on your steamy hot bed
...touching your body...next to mine.
Your scent lingers
...on my lips
...on my fingers
...in my mind.
While we've known each other
...I've wondered
...what you'd be like
...in so many ways
...so many times.
Let yourself go.
Release what holds you
...into my arms
...into my mind, and always
...into my heart.
Real love is irreversible
...no matter what anybody says.
Monday, July 10, 2006
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wow...
Kathleen...poetry conveys all varieties of passion. Don't you think?
absolutely! :)
Kathleen...I agree too. Poetry is an archetypal language. Good poetry has its own life and connections.
Daniella...Thanks for stopping by. A song? Sing it!!!
Wow!
That was amazing!
I could feel the passion!
And pretty "steamy" too.
I loved it!
Beautiful!
I'm going to see if I can write
a poem like that.
I used to... a long time ago.
Samaru...Give it a shot. Why not? Thanks. Igniting the passions is a good thing.
Well.... I wrote it Don.
See what you think.
great stuff, don!
enjoyed this.
Thanks Polona. Glad you like it.
Samuru...Terrific. Will check it out.
thanks
Thanks Kai, and you're welcome.
oooohhh.... feels like velvet :) Add some music, dim the lights... Good one Don.
An unromantic take on a good romantic poem:
Love is what it is while it is; and while it is, it certainly feels irreversible.
Maybe there's even a sense in which it truly is irreversible. But I've found that it is, unfortunately, quite possible for most of the feelings connected with love that feel irreversible to be reversed given sufficiently unfortunate and unalterable circumstances. "Till death do us part" unfortunately doesn't always manage to hold up.
ari4u...that's the stuff. You've added to the picture nicely.
Darius...Thanks for your comments. I hear what your saying. Here is my perspective. Love is not ours to possess, although we try our best to do just that. It passes through us and touches us, as does life. Real love is of that type, and not the stuff we usually romanticize about. Once the gift of has touched us, it does so forever. I wrote another poem to this effect some time ago.
This is a poem that can be taken a number of different ways:
1. As eroticism: Sexual, steamy, lusty, etc. And yes, eroticism in the aesthetic sense.
2. As romantic love: Where the erotic is buffered against a sense of relationship and deeper bonds.
3. As symbolic and metaphorical: Where the typically erotic language and references are employed to arouse something else.
4. As spiritual: Where all three of the above could come into play with the realization that real love in a spiritual sense ultimately has its say.
I had hoped the poem could be suggestive in all these ways, but I remain satisfied for others to take from it what they see.
Namaste!
Thanks Gangadhar. I think real love is irreversible. It is our true nature in my way of thinking as well. Blessings.
Very true! Good one Don!
Thanks Pat. Been away???
Well, if it is reversible, then it belongs to the past.
"Love is not ours to possess, although we try our best to do just that. It passes through us and touches us, as does life. Real love is of that type... Once the gift of has touched us, it does so forever."
Yes - really well said, Don. Even where the relationship ends up being altered, the effects of love last a lifetime. Thanks for making me think about that.
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