tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post8943805351567282158..comments2023-11-07T07:53:32.305+11:00Comments on The Passionate Crone (poetry): Partly FunctionalRosemary Nissen-Wadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05913841031559499568noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post-52141517410991745412010-04-04T15:45:42.091+10:002010-04-04T15:45:42.091+10:00Hmmm, I've been reading of problems with Blogg...Hmmm, I've been reading of problems with Blogger just now - posts turning up as comments, or appearing in the email boxes of people who aren't subscribed. <br /><br />Thank you if you simply meant to share a poem here. If not - well, I guess I'll end you a message too, just in case.Rosemary Nissen-Wadehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05913841031559499568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post-68964767231572780882010-04-04T14:45:07.703+10:002010-04-04T14:45:07.703+10:00dream of love for poetry month
She is there, in m...dream of love for poetry month<br /><br />She is there, in my room, waiting. Silent as I close the door, turn out the light, turn out the world.<br />I feel her presence behind, reaching to touch my clavicle, soothe vagal impulse to turn. I feel her hand, supple, strong, heating through in contact, healing in that sacred touch fortified with love.<br />We kiss, we melt, we swirl like cotton candy, sweet, sticky, surreal. We touch into solidity to feel, each exquisite synapse response a remembrance of permeability. We taste. There are no words.<br /> <br />I know I said (I prayed):<br /> <br />To be adored beyond embarrassment<br />To be she who can do no wrong, because beloved<br />To be gifted accurate reflective critique<br />as superlative reviews, with just a tweak suggested<br /><br />To fall securely into open arms and heart<br />expecting only me<br />Each blessed day to start<br />gazing into shining eyes that see so deeply,<br />so wisely, my precious wondrous being<br />I have never had from lovers,<br />brothers, Mom or Dad<br />what I have taught myself severely<br />I can never have<br />Too bad. So sad. Can't let fantasy <br />keep me from my daily dance with debt.<br />Dreaming freely receivng<br />love<br />never to be met.<br /> <br />We meet secretly, in places that can't be mapped or tethered. She embraces me in bursts of rapid movement, seductively slowed from motion to subtle traces of desire.<br />I am emotively charged ecstasy, pulsing electrically beyond space/time. She is imaginal fluid gently shaping eternity. We are ouroboros, ancient fantasy, modern physics.<br />This is the charm I need to cast the spell, to open the fortress, to open my eyes adoring sensation. I become energy as she feeds me the ambrosia of her essence. I become beloved.<br /><br />http://emergingvisions.blogspot.comlibramoonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06077072773341726387noreply@blogger.com