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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => My Watercolored Well and Wine
[time] => 2015-12-07 06:06:13
[hometext] => This poem is written for my lady friend, inspired by one of the most beautiful scenes I've read.
[bodytext] => "I fear you near, I love you far; your flight lures me, your seeking cures me: I suffer, but what would I not gladly suffer for you?" -Book 3 of "Thus Spoke Zarathustra", page 225 Like a tapping 'pon a homestead door, Joy outstretches and calls to us Equally as pleasing as the new-fell snow, And just as sacred to the mind and eyes and soul Oh, I drink this joy in with slighted swallows; For I'm not yet ready to satiate this thirst The mind proves feeble, unable to identify; The nuance of the color within your eyes Thus this ego is displaced by soul, the wiser will If it weren't, the displeasure would be cruelly still This will now be the embodiment of the well it is, A deepest, treasured, and pristine wine This wine- this well, their surface you see and peer into, Smiling, you walk your fingertips across their surface; And I- helpless, and unable to defend, warm within my cheeks, The ripples of the water scatter, and across my face they return Briefly and copacetic, just as the melting of ice; Pooling of tender love, and obtaining new states This musing and tickling of my heart, my word! Woman! What have you done to me?! Fiction teaches you to love as well as it does I, And I thank everything there is that is! For I have nothing- nothing to thank, But every such fantasy, for teaching me to do so! I am to you as you are to me, Two stars in tethered gravity I would share your smiles, as well as your shed tears, For to learn how to love, I must first learn to cry With you I see a world of waterpaint-silhouettes Dancing through forest, beach, and shore; Around my well of life, that was then filled some more, And for the first time in my life, I watched it overflow For this I have waited an eternity, And for it still I wait an infinite number more But this moment, this eternity, this ever-after; Cherish I will, these moments longed ever-for [comments] => 3 [counter] => 195 [topic] => 2 [informant] => xHeathenx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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