Desire laughs at tawdry
years, at softened flesh
and worn skin; mocks
the wrinkled realities
which time does bring,
because it is beyond
such trivialities and
petty concerns, running
deep as it does, tapping
into the river of Soul,
drowning in the depths
of delicious, liquid love
which flows in bright
waves, beyond borders
of the merely material:
Desire cares not for
years, or age, or the
frayed and wearied
edges of life, but sees
only the source, the
depths of self, which
remain untouched by
time; eternal, singing
always its erotic poem,
in a silence which veils
it from others; open
only to the two hearts
which are listening,
holding in a blossom
of being, which does
not fade, and where
each petal is perfect.
https://dversepoets.com/2018/11/20/poetics-desire-and-sexuality-in-poetry/
years, at softened flesh
and worn skin; mocks
the wrinkled realities
which time does bring,
because it is beyond
such trivialities and
petty concerns, running
deep as it does, tapping
into the river of Soul,
drowning in the depths
of delicious, liquid love
which flows in bright
waves, beyond borders
of the merely material:
Desire cares not for
years, or age, or the
frayed and wearied
edges of life, but sees
only the source, the
depths of self, which
remain untouched by
time; eternal, singing
always its erotic poem,
in a silence which veils
it from others; open
only to the two hearts
which are listening,
holding in a blossom
of being, which does
not fade, and where
each petal is perfect.
https://dversepoets.com/2018/11/20/poetics-desire-and-sexuality-in-poetry/
"eternal, singing
ReplyDeletealways"
"a blossom
of being, which does
not fade, and where
each petal is perfect"
Those are my favorites.
"Desire cares not for//years, or age, or the/frayed and wearied
ReplyDeleteedges of life, but sees/only the source, the//depths of self, which/remain untouched by/time...": Yes, yes. That is something which needs to be vocalized more often. Desire is often relegated to youthful imagery and experience but it goes beyond any particular age or time — its expression and intimacy is for everyone, the passion doesn't see the folds of the skin or the color of the hair. This is a song of desire, as it blossoms and carries on within the soul and between the souls.
A beautiful, wise, and thought-provoking write! Thanks for participating! :-)
Desire is blind Roslyn, yet sees deep into the soul...
ReplyDeleteThis is incredibly breathtaking and evocative, Roslyn!❤️
ReplyDeleteThis the real heart of desire when one desires to merge, enjoy, lie alongside the essences of the beloved. I find this precious and will share. Thank you
ReplyDeleteThat core remaining unchanged... that's desire... alas that shell of aging makes the blooming so much harder.
ReplyDeleteAs someone who compared to you has aged, I can assure you, blooming is not necessarily harder - perhaps sometimes different, but all is evolution. :) Having said that, we can only recount our personal experiences.
DeleteI love this - how desire overlooks flaws, exists of its own right
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful dream, almost a fantasy if this is so:
ReplyDeleteeach petal is perfect.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts on desire, regardless of the passing of time.