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this is
what an aftertouch
is to a symphony
barely noticed
in the storm
of what was
this is
lingering resonance
nine hundred
nanoseconds
in duration
but saying everything
that was ever spoken
in one final exhale
when commotion
was cut sharp
into the loudest
silence ever heard
this is
your face
relaxing after
exciting expression
exercise to sink
back into stillness
almost closed eyes
skin so unstrained
brushing your
still parted lips
against mine
this is
your voice
a soft moaning sigh
in sharp contrast
to the hollering high
that seconds ago
filled the room
and my mind
that uneloquent
chanting exploding
tonight
this is
so much more
than my still
hammering heart
trying to lower
the pulse
as powerless
we exhale
and sink softly
onto ourselves
and welcome
the aftertouch
of a symphony
for now
Exquisite writing perfectly descriptive of the aftermath of a wonderful sensuous interlude. Perfection.
This is beyond wonderful; and the reason I know I will never be a true Wordsmith. Thank you, Liar... I love it!
this is written with such observation and specificity. The way it moves neatly from one observation to the next keeps it from falling into hyperbole (an easy thing with a poem on a topic like this), but in the hands of this articulate poet it is as subtle and delicate as lace. :)
Just beautiful! He makes describing the undescribable look easy.
ssong
The perfect juxtapose - symphonic music and love making works so well in this delicate poem. Moving and lyrical.