The Primal Beat

Restless heart in a lonely quest
Drawing starry lines on palms
Seeking wavelengths and frequencies

Travelogues and random way stations
Flitting thoughts and hopeful eyes
Sensual susurations of breath on neck
Of warm tendrils slithering into the aorta

Triumphant eyes twinkling in the darkness
Undercover reactions to primal instincts
A million years of calculated expertise
Tactics and desires and the lure of the call

"Where I Does Not Exist, Nor You"

Sonnet XVII (Pablo Neruda)

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.


NB: I need some exquisite poetry today. And Neruda is a great one to overwhelm the senses.

Love? For Me?

Love
Exotic
Erotic
Soulful
Answering dreams
Living reality
Seeking cosmic answers.
Your hand in mine?
Is for the faint hearted
Who call themselves 'romantics'.
Skating that wave
I ride esctasy, delirium, rapture
What the wordless call 'high'.
No aspirations for the high love
The base is high enough for me.
Sexuality
Sensuality
Answers enough for me
Empowerment
Pleasure
Selfishness
Selflessness
Seeking Joy
For a friendly clasp
For a tender hold
For a rousing kiss
The world does not stop
Time does not empathise
Nothing to lose
Joyful regard to win
No holds barred
No quarter held back
Giving
Receiving
The ageless sky watches
Blessed unions.

On Wanting!

Wanting, waiting, wanting some more
The want grows, the want pines
The heart then aligns
Unquenchable thirst courses
When did the day change?
Dreams bleed into reality
The curtain rises
In the torches glare
The real glides in
What do I believe?
Whither my heart?
Wherefore my fears?
Your shadow nurtures
The sky seems ordinary
The oak to the elm
The accessible world
The friendly strangers
The worldly touch
Rebelling with conformity
Conforming with rebellion
Changing the rules
Adhering to some while writing others
Oh the Joy!
The open sky beckons
The wind booms in my ears
The unfamiliar breeds fear
The heart seeks courage
Will the faeries come good
The elves' long wisdom
Grant illumination?
Questions and quests
Seeking
Wanting,
Waiting,
Wanting some more.