The Sensual Side of Love
We share ourselves like strands of light parting sunlit trees
the shadows sparing thirsty eyes the drink of too much fire
we share soft whispers warmed in depths of searing wont
as silent wishes discharge themselves in unspoken places
we share the probing pleas of kisses waiting invitation
to map forbidden places illuminated by desire
we breathe from one another through soft cries of deep awakening
that pitch our need against the slavery of propriety
let loose from ourselves we erupt from the safety of our private deep
and sail above the censored veil to seize the music from the dance
tempered in fire, the burning within forges the coming of together
poured from molten souls to fill the empty cup that comes to drink
consumed and gathered, merged and blended, like strands of morning light
forging trails through the leaves of summer trees
we rest, spent and conquered like filtered light, softly expired in the shadows
of love's premeditated charge.
Comments
Wow! Thanks for reminding me.....I had almost forgotten these moments in time!!!! Well said!!!
I almost missed this one, Arb. The conjoining of nature and sensual love is alluring and compelling.
“and sail above the censored veil to seize the music from the dance…”
‘”where silent wishes are discharged in unspoken places…”
I am in awe of perfect words such as these in this extraordinary, magnetic poem. Have I misunderstood the above comments? Was this poem censured? Oh for Pete’s sake. By whom? Voted up, and so much more. Superb!
Lovely and stirring in your own inimitable voice.
How nice (actually) to almost be censored, but not. :) It would give me a secret thrill and a fair amount of pleasure if that happened to me...indicative of writing and skating on the veriest of edges. :)
Theresa
Excellent that the censorship was lifted. And if advertisers reject it, - as you say, big deal,- unless you've normally raked in the moola from it!
Our low temperatures the last couple of days have brought really low 'wind chills'. We've hit freezing again after winter seemed far away here too. We're due more of it before Sunday reaches back up to 70.
ho-hum.
Not sure exactly what is referred to being done to get attention? Sounds intriguing. I did a typo in my last comment: 'star' instead of 'start'. haha - Earning a star at lessons was once a goal. ;-) tee hee . . .
Stay warm!
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Well, my censorship was lifted although it did not pass the scrutiny of concened advertisers. Big deal!
We too, are preparing for a monster storm. Winter was nearly forgotten here. Funny what we do to get attention!
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Thank you valleypoet, as always, your comments are appreciated.
Nicely done Arb, a fine mixture of nature, love and the sensual...some very neat lines...a great write :-))
Oh, I look forward to reading this lovely poem again and again, as well as the comments. So I'm very glad it's beyond the advertiser clutches. But I was prepared with my own copy of it. I'd have done that anyway - I have my own collection of your poetry. Your 'voice' is so unique!
BTW - I removed ALL my hubs from their clutches and routinely have my settings omit them when making new ones. I also made brief summaries of all my old hubs so they don't just grab first lines, no matter how inaccurate.
It's 8:10 AM and I've an hourlong appointment with my Apple coach at NorthPark @ 9 and it's raining and they're mentioning possible sleet. So I am about to pack my Mac and get an early star, what with traffic and road conditions. These days I seldom venture out when those conditions are at a peak . So wish me luck. The mall doesn't even open till 10, so at least covered parking right across from the mall entrance ought to be a snap. So here I go - see you later! :-)
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Hello Nellieanna. It has already been removed from the clutches of the advertisers. That in itself is a worthy conquest. It has already been read by most of my favorite writers and that is yet another conquest. That you have kept a copy is another conquest. It may become the most victorious hub never published.
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Hello Audrey! Thank you for the very gracious comment. Beauty was my inspiration.
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Hi Jim. Thank you for commenting. I will try and convince my wife that it is so.
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Thanks Martin! Thanks for reading.
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Faith Reaper, thank you for commenting and reading. Solomon did indeed, paint in words the beauty of such places.
Alan - This lacy, passionate perfect private poetic description is like reading an actual journal of the most intimate yet secret, other-worldly loving fantasy. Dreams coming true, - almost -; rising in their pitch and passion to the pinnacle; then basking in that silken afterglow.
Even so, not to worry about its being removed, due to its nature of being "secret places kept forbidden but to those who love", which surely passes under the censors' searchlights. But just in case, I'm going to keep a copy safely offline. :-)
This is beautiful Alan--
where silent wishes are discharged in unspoken places
I think we all want to go to this place--
A beautiful and sensual poem Alan! This flows from a great and passionate love.
Nice flow. Bet you can put up quite a show. Thank you
Whew, that is certainly the sensual side of love, and you have written it so beautifully, as the gifted poet you are no doubt!
This may be surprising, but it reminds me of the Songs of Songs, as it focuses on the spontaneous and exclusive love between a lover and his beloved------very passionate.
Voted up ++ and sharing
Blessings, Faith Reaper
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Hello drbj, Thak you for the very gracious comment, It is especially appreciated in light of my first ever, warning of inappropriate content. Although I revel in the thought that I have acheived the coveted distinction of finally becoming inappropriate and shedding the shelter of predictable bordom, I would not like for it to removed. Time will soon tell.
Very beautifully written and I like the meld between the sensual side and nature.
Thank you, arb, for this passionate paean to pleasure via your talented turn of a phrase, e.g., "soft cries of deep awakening that pitch our will against the slavery of propriety." Indescribably ingenious and intense poetry, m'dear.
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