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Two Forks Apart - A Poem About Love And Romance, In The Heart Of The Hampton's
The Two Forks Of Long Island, New York Home Of The Infamous Hamptons
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From time to time, you may hear of romantic tales, even stories of love affairs that have been inspired in part, by a poem that rekindles a secretive relationship between a man and a woman.
A relationship that neither hero,nor heroine may ever have wanted from in the very first place! Whether it be for pure friendship, or mainly for that of lust. And at times it never really mattered to either, the lover, or the one to be loved.
I longed to tell such a story, in the words of a poem, a kind of poetic love escapade in motion if you will. A poetic love affair that unfolded into such a romance that happened to me, as a young gent, some years ago and most likely happened to many other romantics along the way. This story in the words of a poem, eventually inspired me to begin writing a memoir from the many chapters of my life. Which is based on no other than a a non-fictional love affair.
And of an ordeal where it may well have haunted me for the rest of my life. In an account that I now write as these simple words of poetry, that may mean nothing to some, but to a few, or possibly many - hopefully much more than a mere friendship, or one night stand between a man and a woman. Call me a hopeless romantic if you will. But none the less, just another human being searching for that perfect someone, within a very, very large world.
The following poem, is based on the non-fictional account of a memoir in the works, a romantic adventure if you will. That will inevitably fill the most intimate woman or mans heart, with lustful memorabilia's of true love in the making. I hope that you the reader will truly envision this poem and future planned memoir.
The ultimate of a romantic love affair in the making. Which takes place in the heart of the Hamptons of Long Island, New York. In the haunts and the playground of the rich and famous. Only the love that one man and one woman can find among one another, can truly be expressed in mere words, that only a few may fully understand and hold precious to the heart.
And even though the heart is at times guilty of treachery, it on the other hand is too often swollen with affection and tender to the inner touch. And longs to be felt by that of another. Many a time, it too cries out and yearns for the love, of that which only another human being can satisfy.
Close your eyes now and envision the details of this love affair, and follow along with me, as I tell my story in the words of that poem, about a young couple. and their secretive and passionate love affair, as it slowly unfolds and traverses across the serene landscape of Long Island. From gently rolling hills and sand dunes laden with beach grass, and soaked by the salted spray of the sea. Out and beyond, to the waters edge, to touch that of the Ocean's mighty fury, beneath the lighthouses shadow.
Across ferries en-route from the North Fork To the South Fork. Through countless hidden rendezvous' and many of in and out of the way cafes. Until these lovers both find the inescapable love and passion within the arms of each other!
(please take note)...At the end of this poem, you will have an opportunity to view a short, three minute video link - courtesy of You tube and Vevo I fittingly used this video in my poem, to reach out and touch my readers inner emotions. And to further express the many memories that can be captured best, not only through the words of a song.
But also expressed in the words used by this gifted musician and artist, Eddie Vedder, lead singer of the popular group - (Pearl Jam). I hope you not only enjoy this video and music single. But also imagine the settings and surroundings, I too once found myself in, while courting the young lady of my dreams.
Only through the meaning behind those words and lyrics, as I used and envisioned them from within the words of my poem below, during that one, very special summer, a long, long time ago.
"TWO FORKS APART"
I was a mere soul at loss for her tender caress, At the mercy of her gentle smile
Possibly a hopeless fool, call me if you will, for that tender touch beneath the mid-summer's moonlight
She was an auburn beauty with lips swollen in red and bathed in lust
I was a plain gentlemen who yearned for her kiss beneath that sinful sky
A lioness in heat, she unleashed her beauty upon me, or was I fooled by just that - a desperate heart blinded by lies
The damsel in distress, she silently cried out to me. A fair maiden, that needed to be loved by a fair, blue-eyed prince
She came from beyond the waters where I call home, nearest to the southernmost of two forks
Me still that foolish boy sporting a waning smile and a faded memory of her
Yet those eyes of want spoke out to me in a passion that spells out ecstasy in the worse way
My heart do giveth up to her amidst the summers blaze, a temptation that only the devil knows too well
As I reach out to her across the watery expanse from my abode on this northernmost fork
I now know deep down inside, that my heart will continually yearn for her love
As raindrops softer than dew lick the bones of thy cheek in a passionate surrender, beneath that of meadow and moss. Her the hazel-eyed auburn beauty
Me a lonesome, fair, blue-eyed boy, a selfish gent longing for the romantic escape beneath the moonlit skies
Seeking the tenderness of the maiden in distress, wanting nothing but her tender touch
Until our paths do meet once again my darling dear, somewhere in time
Somewhere between two lonely masses of land, that we both call home
Two Forks of land that keep our love apart from the warmth and want of each others arms
Longing To Belong
Poem and original story idea © Copyright By James L Bowden, all rights reserved