Every Love Has Its December - Prose


I walked towards you from a vanishing life
With every intention of adorning my loneliness
With you
I held you in my arms and found within your body
Every desire that I felt alone at night
Without you
I asked you why you let me in when you said no before
And you told me that finally your fearful mind
Got out of the way
You had the aura of availability yet I could never be sure
Your smile had no message to tell
Or feeling to convey
Now as you gasp at my boldness
You realize how fantasy explodes on contact
And submission becomes real
You failed to see in my exposed eye
How I would ravage you until you were exhausted
Your virtue my last meal
And as the lonely enter a new world
Of reckless abandon and no restraint
Will we remember
That even as I made you bloom
The leaves may soon fall
Because every love has its December

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Pollyannalana 5 years ago from US

So pretty and remember...

it is your December too

so I hope you appreciate

just what she gave to you

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tammyswallow 5 years ago from North Carolina

Wow, that is fantastic! Even the most tumoultous of couples come to this point of submission. Hot stuff. Voting up!

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bereola.ogunleye 5 years ago

A beautiful piece!

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Nellieanna 5 years ago from TEXAS

Full of raw meaning, Mark. . . .

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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Pollyannalana - Thank you for commenting and I always do appreciate it...

@tammyswallow - Thank you! Sometimes you just let it go and then that's when the magic starts.

@bereola.ogunleye - Thank you and also for following me.

@Nellieanna - Raw is good right? Thank you for reading it. I don't have anything to hide....

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sligobay 5 years ago from east of the equator

Hello Suburban Poet: Your Title grabbed my eye and I needed to stop over. I enjoyed your images and brevity to concisely describe a torrid love affair. Thanks.

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Nellieanna 5 years ago from TEXAS

Yes, truth and authenticity are good and if raw is what is how it is, then raw is good. Of course, seldom is only one feature how it is in a person. Poetry has the ability of focusing on one element of ourselves and portraying it. Sometimes we're scuffed and raw and at others - in the same time period - we may be soothed and smoothed. No need to describe them all at once.

And nothing wrong with creating the feeling from one's imagination and ability to identify with it as it would be if it were occurring. Poets do that all the time, I guess, if it's their style. I just reported my impression of this poem after reading it. At another time, I might have been inclined to comment more on specific parts of it. My overall impression was that it was about an intensity of feeling even to the point of rawness. There are many words which suggest that - fearful, gasp, boldness, explodes, exposed, exhausted, reckless - and phrases which also depict an underlying feeling of intensity, not necessarily pleasant to experience, but part of the tide and ebb of the passion, - to finally 'the leaves may soon fall" and the end of a cycle, as is December - becomes what it is. In such parallels, December is usually the symbol for the end of whatever it is.

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Vincent Moore 5 years ago

Yes sir that was hot for sure. I love burning desires and intensity two can feel as one united. Your words were full of action, the pace was quick yet poignant. Oh isn't passion grand? when you meet that so RIGHT person. I hope your December was filled with passion my poetic friend.

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raciniwa 5 years ago from Naga City, Cebu

love the gift for December...so passionate...entwined in love's tender embrace...

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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Sligobay - Thank you for commenting. I guess this one was right to the point. I didn't want to belabor it....

@Nellianna - As usual your comments are poems unto themselves... thank you for taking the time to read my work and to make such deep and heartfelt comments. I guess I am raw in my emotions. This is how it is with me... My boss today told me I had a lot of intensity and that people were always talking about my passion when I speak. I think I just want to feel every moment.

@Vincent - Thank you sir. You honor me too much. Yes it's all about the passion and the right person brings it all out...

@raciniwa - Thank you again for commenting... yes that is the way it should be...

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Deborah Brooks 4 years ago from Brownsville,TX

You write so beautiful.. it makes my heart just swell with happiness and so full of love.

Love love love your poem

thank you


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The Suburban Poet 4 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Deborah - Thank you! You are so kind to write such sweet things to me....

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