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[aid] => mick
[title] => When the Spirits Are Strong Enough
[time] => 2008-01-04 11:54:08
[hometext] => Why is it the feeling that most often accompanies Love is a nebulous ache?
[bodytext] => When the Spirits Are Strong Enough Dream, Sweet Dream, we have danced; we have floated sustained by Beauty herself; we have shared the nurture and sustenance of vibrant compassion, a simple banquet of gentleness and kindness; we have quietly gazed into each other's eyes, engulfed in delicate sheaths of fragile porcelain and sensitively fired timidity; we have walked hand in hand through turbulent rivers; we have kissed; we have experienced the electrifying vibrations of lips touching lips, tongue touching tongue, heart, soul and spirit touching heart, soul and spirit... Together, we have wept; we have spent silent hours together, sharing dreams and joys; sharing fears; sharing desires; sharing weaknesses and strengths; sharing life... We have talked; each has spoken; our mouths have spoken words; our eyes have spoken desires; our hands have spoken attachment's dialect; our hearts have spoken affection; our souls have spoken forever; and our spirits have spoken Love... But, the ache, the ache, such an ache… Such an ache, to experience each other in the ethereal realm of Plato's reality. The physical world snarls injustice; none-the-less, Plato and the gods which give his words authority, it seems, are deaf and blind and unmoved... So... So, with eyes sealed, with hearts full to overflowing, with compassionate spirits working their enchantment, amongst the flickering flame and shadow of candlelight, we dance, we flow; in realms of breathless tenderness, we swirl; we touch as no one in these physical realms can touch, and, when the night is long enough, and the spirits are strong enough, we soar. rko april eleven, two thousand, five [comments] => 3 [counter] => 235 [topic] => 21 [informant] => enigma [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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