Words flee
as senses stir
into sounds,
smells, tastes;
mingled breaths
where streams
of sweat join;
eyes snap shots
as tongues trail,
fingertips trace,
then grasp
and tease;
spirit and flesh
are one
with two.
Words flee
as sounds soar
and then subside
to dreamless
sleep.
Image: The Kiss, by Jos Coufreur
Sanaa is today’s host for dVerse. Sanaa says:
For today’s Poetics, I would like you to write a poem and explore the question: “What is your idea of an erotic poem? What makes it stimulating? In your own words describe the fine line between ribald and just plain classy.”
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So beautifully written ❣️
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Thank you.
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The pleasure is all mine 😊
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Gosh this is wonderfully lyrical, Lisa! ❤️ I admire the natural rhythm and flow to this and resonate with; “fingertips trace, then grasp and tease; spirit and flesh are one with two.” Yes, yes! Thank you so much for writing to the prompt :D
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My pleasure, Sanaa. Thank you for taking me out of my comfort zone <3
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❤️❤️❤️
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Beautifully sexy Lisa. I loved the last lines
“Words flee
as sounds soar
and then subside
to dreamless
sleep.”
A fabulous poem ☺️
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Thank you, Christine :)
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You touch on one of my favorite postulates, when two people make love, for a brief time they forge one complete person. love is spiritual. Just sex is merely a biological function .
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YES
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Your poem reminds me of Alison Krause’s song; You Say it Best When You Say Nothing at All!
Very nicely done!
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One with a beautiful rhythm and flow.. loved it Lisa !! 😊
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Thank you, Nima!
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My pleasure <3
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Wow! This is amazing.
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Thanks, Lucy!
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I love this, Lisa. Beautifully done.
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Thank you, Dale!
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My pleasure!
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Very evocative poem Li.
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re welcome my friend
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I love how you describe how ‘words flee’ as the senses and sounds take over, emphasising this with the repetition. You’ve captured so well all the sensations felt when the body takes over from the mind!
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Thank you, Ingrid!
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I’m with Ingrid, I l iove how you start with ‘words flee’ – they are not needed when bodies do all the communicating, and how two become one: breaths mingle, streams of sweat join, spirit and flesh – and end with ‘Words flee / as sounds soar’. Lovers in a wordless bubble.
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:) I like your take on the poem, Kim.
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I love the verse, words flee, Lisa. The dreamless sleep is perfect ending!
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:) Thank you, Grace.
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oooh so romantic! Love it!
Of course I was imagining Ghost & Steve in this scene. :)
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Of course! :) Thank you, Barbara.
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This was excellent Lisa!
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:) Thank you!
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I truly love how it ends in dreamless sleep… sometimes that is all I wish for.
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Thank you, Bjorn.
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You’ve drawn a fine path to a climax.
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Ken, thank you.
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I think another blogger summed it up so well…you captured that special spiritual bond two lovers should possess <3
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:) Thank you.
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“spirit and flesh are one with two.” —- Passionate and sensual journey into the uniting of flesh and spirit!
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Thank you, Mother Wintermoon :)
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This is lovely read aloud (though my collie is looking at me strangely) – particularly ‘words flee / as sound soar / then subside’ . V. nice.
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Thanks, Peter. Glad I’m not the only one who reads the poems aloud.
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That, I want that, to be wrapped in that, so warm and inviting.
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I do also. It’s just a memory these days :(
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O, I’m saddened by that.
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There’s something so completely natural about this poem. The short lines with s single sensory image carry it like a bird or a stream.
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birds do it, streams do it….
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Ha ha!
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