Who knew that the
piercing cry of a cicada leads to a restlessness
so benign ...
you reassure you are...
but are you really mine
something about being alone ,
as this north wind chills the bones
it stares at my face
seemingly taunts
There's something...
something small....that i achingly want.
I want it gentle and i want it slow
i too want to be suffused
with that enviable glow
to know the feel
i too want to be suffused
with that enviable glow
to know the feel
how you write
your name on my back...
your name on my back...
with just a finger
tracing the contours ....
let it
linger...
when the world goes quiet
in the pale glow of the streetlights
will you simply hold me tight ?
in the pale glow of the streetlights
will you simply hold me tight ?
When words refuse to cooperate and i get all tongue tied
will you read each unspoken syllable
written in my eyes.... ?
with each heaving breath
as i hide my face in your chest
flushed in a crimson tide...
my hair all messed up
i know i will look a sight
in that moment of uncertainty ...
will you please hold me tight ?
will you read each unspoken syllable
written in my eyes.... ?
with each heaving breath
as i hide my face in your chest
flushed in a crimson tide...
my hair all messed up
i know i will look a sight
in that moment of uncertainty ...
will you please hold me tight ?
Through the pores of your hand
the path that you trace
could you
the path that you trace
could you
umm....seal it with a kiss
at each secret place ?
and in this soft silence....
at each secret place ?
and in this soft silence....
with naught a word uttered
again and again
all through the night
promise to gather me close
and hold on tight...
and maybe
maybe then
chewing on this lower lip
again and again
all through the night
promise to gather me close
and hold on tight...
and maybe
maybe then
chewing on this lower lip
in consternation will lessen
and the heart wont pine
and i will know....that you really are mine...
and the heart wont pine
and i will know....that you really are mine...
© Sonny
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~o0o~
A lingering longing passionate write :) beautiful
ReplyDeletedang...there are some really fine intimate moments in this....the writing of the name on the back...the reading hte unspoken or unspeakable in the eyes...the desire for gentleness and just being held....the desire as well for the reassurance...like this much sonny
ReplyDeletelove all the felt intimacy in this...the closeness..not only with the body but with the mind...the questions..so good when there's room and trust to ask them..love the writing his name on your back..for the way i can feel it and for the symbolism as well...
ReplyDeleteThere MUST be music set to this...if not in physical fashion, at least in your head. Such a lyrical, musical write! Wonderful engagement of the reader...but I'm waiting to hear it sung! Awesome!
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful Sonny, taking me to a place where I seem to be stuck. I could feel your need.
ReplyDeleteGreat flow and the arguement within type feel was very well done. Intimate as well but that I surely don't need to tell.
ReplyDeleteIntimate and gorgeous!
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ReplyDeletehey sonny
seductive and close
closer
compelling to read :D
Beautiful... love fingers on the back.
ReplyDeleteYou have captured the essence of real love ... which is not all hope and promise, but includes doubt and the barbed wire edge of loneliness-longing as well ...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, Sonny ...
A sensuous longing....I would love some of that too. LOL
ReplyDeleteBeautifully crafted, word mistress!
Very sensual and loving. The intimacy of this shared love is a beautiful thing.
ReplyDeleteNice. You wrote something that sexy that remains sensual and loving. I like how you express the insecurity in the love making.
ReplyDeleteA beautifully sensuous write loved it Sonny;)
ReplyDeleteIntimate and evocative words
ReplyDeleteVery elegant and sexy poem, Mannu!
ReplyDeleteYour writing - always sublime - brings much to mind and soul. Passionate, beautiful, aching...
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