Lately
As I Age
Fri, January 18, 2008 - 5:15 AMI want to make love,
not in a frenzied race,
but a quiet aligning
of spirits
for as long as it takes
until we dissolve
into one
and we don't know
if it has been all day
or two days.
When i kiss your eyes
I kiss my eyes.
When I stroke your breasts
I stroke the Goddess' breasts,
and she is pleased.
There is nothing I have
that I can give you,
for it is already yours.
Yet with your touch
you give me stars
and comets to ride
through the cosmos
on a wave that
brings me back to you.
copyright 2007 Deborah Bolle
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Wed, March 12, 2008 - 12:16 PM
rare to find poetry like this anymore, something real and beautyfull and painful. Rare to find anything real anymore. thank you.
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Wed, March 26, 2008 - 7:22 PM
My friend, I do believe that the first ten words
set the pace for this beautiful piece of poetry. The mood of maturity and sensuality is so evident it drips like honey between and around each word. You have always been and continue to be a wonderful writer. |
