Captive to your touch, fingers float across skin and each caress opens a lock to expose a secret desire I never shared Pressing my body against your own like the stuffed animal of your childhood, you are a light holding me tight against the dark chill of the night Together we flow into the darkness where things happen only because of the light and never because of the darkness.
I parted with stuffed animals in my bed only after I had my first baby, and as we didn't have a crib yet, first couple nights I didn't sleep at all, I was so afraid you know. Then we tied two chairs together and put there a plastic bathtub, where she slept and it was small-she was so happy. In a couple weeks somebody very kind brought us their grandkids' old crib, and all the jazz, some linens, this and that. It was too expensive to get it new, out of question really
(I was young))
l'm going to think about that place where things come from the light only-thank you for leaving me with it-and memories, suddenly about other love -why?
The stuff of dreams, animals to snuggle between ; hardly any room for more ,specially when two tango-mango in the jungle. Luckily, the animals left long ago; snuggle bunnies rule the night.
I love how you write Paul. You paint a picture with your words. I really enjoy your writing. I hope you don't mind, some of your poems end up in my journals. I have been ill and haven't gotten around to posting mine yet. I promise to get to it soon. 39 yrs ago today I was in labor with my daughter. This made me think of her and the sweetness and wonder of having a newborn. As always thanks for sharing.
I wonder what is prayer, and what prayer is worthy of being spoken? Perhaps the last lines of this poem would be a good place to start. To pray to bring this to pass…
Thank you, @rena, for sharing this
I parted with stuffed animals in my bed only after I had my first baby, and as we didn't have a crib yet, first couple nights I didn't sleep at all, I was so afraid you know. Then we tied two chairs together and put there a plastic bathtub, where she slept and it was small-she was so happy. In a couple weeks somebody very kind brought us their grandkids' old crib, and all the jazz, some linens, this and that. It was too expensive to get it new, out of question really
(I was young))
l'm going to think about that place where things come from the light only-thank you for leaving me with it-and memories, suddenly about other love -why?
how strange all is
Thank you for reading, Chen, and for your comments. Always happy to see you here!
If desire could speak it would say these words
Thank you, Patris. Perhaps it’s the poet in all of us who needs the words, while desire, quite often, needs none?
It does not
"Pressing my body
against your own
like the stuffed animal
of your childhood,
you are a light
holding me tight
against the dark chill
of the night"
We all crave this warmth.
I think we do, Gloria, if only for the sense of security such gives, even though there’s much more to it, Thank you!
The stuff of dreams, animals to snuggle between ; hardly any room for more ,specially when two tango-mango in the jungle. Luckily, the animals left long ago; snuggle bunnies rule the night.
You always know what to say, Richard—Thank you!
I love how you write Paul. You paint a picture with your words. I really enjoy your writing. I hope you don't mind, some of your poems end up in my journals. I have been ill and haven't gotten around to posting mine yet. I promise to get to it soon. 39 yrs ago today I was in labor with my daughter. This made me think of her and the sweetness and wonder of having a newborn. As always thanks for sharing.
What a great comment to wake up to, Penny! I am sorry you’ve been ill and I hope you feel better soon.
I take it as an honor that even one of my poems ends up in someone’s journal or notebook or diary so “some” doing so seems even better to me.
Thank you, Penny!
Great poem , Paul . loved it . Peace to you
Thanks for stopping by to read and comment, Mitch—I appreciate it
I wonder what is prayer, and what prayer is worthy of being spoken? Perhaps the last lines of this poem would be a good place to start. To pray to bring this to pass…
where things happen
only because of the light
and never
because of the darkness.
Amen.
I think you’re right, Joshua
My prayers, for whatever they’re worth, are with you, my friend.
Keep coming back to this. Things needed by a child traded for sensual love.
Or simply, perhaps, for the sense of security being held gives?
Yes. I like that.
Lovely passion, lovely moment. Great escape!
Thank you, Peter
I do enjoy all that smoochy, captive flowing stuff. The drama of desire is in all of us.
Ain’t that the truth, Wes!
Mmmm, soft and sensual. Nicely done, Paul. Thank you!
Hugs,
CJ
Hugs received and returned—Thank you, C.J.
I love the last stanza💙
Thank you, Diane
I see your internet is working well :)
Yes - The equipment arrived late Friday but I was able to install without a problem. :)
Thank you for restacking this @Pamela
Thanks to @Penny Briscoe for sharing this, I’m grateful