- Erotic Poetry
- Constant Companions
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Click hereIn the private space
Granted to me by Time
My companion is Pretence -
Calling on my old friend, Memory
To provide images
That will recapture the thrill
The excitement -
Feed the desire.
In the haven of a warm room,
I share my solitude
With Vivid Imagination,
Liquid, Sultry Thoughts
Provoking Intense, Silent Conversations;
Exciting, Romantic Scripts
In which I instigate,
instead of wait,
Persuade and arouse,
instead of want and yearn.
The division between
Was
and Was Not,
Did
and Did Not
becomes blurred, unsure,
Until Memory once more returns.
I remember Reality
And in the remembering is born Want,
Satisfied only by more remembering,
Creating more Want.
The circle encloses
Unbreakable
Unforgettable,
Unrelenting.
- COMMENTS
impressiveover 19 years ago... and Want lives in my heart. Beautiful. ~Imp
irishcatsmeowover 19 years agosome of the saddest words ever spoken and you have captured them so perfectly. What a great poem!
CharleyHover 19 years agoBeautifully lulling, soft and retrospective and yet much more to say about the now. Well done, Mat.
Anonymousalmost 20 years agoSolid set with much meaning. Great work, thanks!
Especaillay enjoyed this:
I remember Reality
And in the remembering is born Want,
Satisfied only by more remembering,
Creating more Want.
