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Flowing Fabric Fantasy

Updated on May 31, 2013

In the twinkle of the fantasy that I allow to penetrate my mind
Or should I say that forces itself into my dreams
I see flowing scarves and sheer gowns of overwhelming allure

In your mind you wonder when I will see the kindness in your heart
Instead of the face that you must use to gain my attention
For you know that even as beauty fades your heart will remain pure

But will I ever move away from the animal instinct that controls my needs
For a beauty who arrests my unholy gaze and swallows the key to my lust
Will provide the test that I try to avoid but that I must somehow endure

You struggle with the thought of attracting a mate through superficial means
Knowing that kindness is not passion and empathy is not lust
Yet you comb your hair as you sigh wondering if only flesh keeps you secure

I know you hate this about me but I can only think of the nights we will spend together
There is something about conquering an angel that only another man can understand
But in the coming dawn will it be you or the skies in which I flew that I will remember?

You have already determined that no matter your gentle smile a man will hurt you
For this you built a castle and filled the moat full of eyes which will not look my way
And still I will swim in icy waters for what I bring is not doubt but instead what is sure


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      The Suburban Poet 4 years ago from Austin, Texas

      @Pearldiver - Thank you. I value your kind remarks. Yes it is non-conformity and it's honest talk about why I was in bed with her in the first place.

      @PoeticInk - Thank you! I truly appreciate your strong words of praise. I don't know where this stuff comes from (or maybe the way I described it)... but I do recognize the protagonist....

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      Mike Pugh 4 years ago from New York, New York

      What a utterly compassionate poem of love, filled with passion for the other. I love the angelic aspect of it, how you made it like a conversation of sorts with someone you've once loved, or are still in love with.

      Deep stuff Suburban, thumbs up and out. Thanks for writing this jewel of a poem.

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      Rob Welsh 4 years ago from Tomorrow - In Words & NZ Time.

      I'm pretty sure many pilots remember their planes ahead of the skies they have flown them in... however, ice water swimmers... I would say it would likely be the skies remembered ahead of the invitation... That was a pretty impressive line and smacks of total non conformity to that ever sought veil of commitment.. Enjoyed this work.. thanks for sharing Mark.. Mark! Take care..PD

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      The Suburban Poet 4 years ago from Austin, Texas

      @Moms-Secret - Thank you... I'm just trying to be honest with myself and in that way I can be honest with another... I'm glad you are able to be somewhat open in your life but there are a lot of people who just like to play instead of be serious about love.

      @Eiddwen - Thank you again!

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      Eiddwen 4 years ago from Wales

      Beautiful and I vote up,across and share all around. Have a great weekend.


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      Lissette 4 years ago from Central Florida

      Wow, this is amazing. It reflects the connection that I feed on. The truth in a man. I really loved the read. Tho I do not hide behind motes and towering walls but I am not one to be added to endless collection of nameless, faceless conquests. It is not inspiring for a woman, not one like me anyway.