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[title] => Reflections of Intimacy
[time] => 2005-04-06 19:34:04
[hometext] => As with every poem I write, I had no intention of what I wanted this to be, but after the first sentence, this turned out to be a poem to my girlfriend.
[bodytext] => It isn't as simple as it seems, to write and fulfill that inner need which resembles the pressure of 9th inning at bats, the moment when everything means so much. How is it that in one moment, the sky could not be more blue, and the next, the blue fades into dust? Of course nothing can ever stay the same, like that first glance we shared in passing, when we were not quite sure if it meant anything to each other, but in the twilight, when the first star appeared, we both knew, that we knew. Why isn't it that easy all the time? I've changed. Can you see? Your hair still looks the same, and the smell reminds me of my dreams, when we were apart and the only place we could make love was in each other's memories. I remember the time that I forgot to tell you to meet me, and I was left standing alone, yet alert with a hightened anticipation, a hightened awareness, like the moment before death, and you came anyway. Were you there in my dreams? Was that you, who spoke in such soft whispers, that no words could be heard and all that was felt was your breath on my neck? I've been blessed enough to see through the ties that bind one's mind to one's image, an illusory sense of completion. I have the ability to sense that undeveloped pulse, breathing, silently, yet steadily towards a boundless understanding that underscores the very fabric of your touch. Will this change? Or will we run through rain showered streets, glowing at midnight, singing wildy, together into the first light of dawn? Will I always see your eyes reflected in mine? These questions are already understood, like everything else, both of us know the future, that it doesn't matter if we wake up beside each other every morning because when I reach the moment of death, and my life flashes before my eyes, you will be there, and that will be enough. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 248 [topic] => 43 [informant] => zenmind [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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