Pieces

 

Tonight I find the moments between us

are northern winds scattering dust

across rain starved fields, and I can almost

taste the water beneath the soil, my mouth

longing to be quenched of its growing thirst.

 

I eye you suspiciously, watching your long fingers

wrapped lightly around the crystal stem

of a glass filled with overpriced Merlot,

and I can’t help but remember the way they felt

walking lightly across my wanting skin

when our togetherness was still new,

 

and even when you look at me,

your large eyes heavy-lidded and safe,

I watch as you see me in pieces,

 

a round face, a delicate collarbone,

a full chest curving toward a narrow waist,

fingertips gently drumming bare thighs,

 

and I try to remember the last time

that you saw the whole of me,

the last time that you kissed my lips

with those perfect hands twisted in my hair,

and drank of my completeness. 

Reviews

[Wuji]

I find pieces of you, in all your ancient ways. And I follow your heart till the end of dreams. A very good poem S.

[Shapeshifter]

great way to show the slow rifts that usually trigger the breakdown..intracate and mournful, full of remorse and longing...damn good.

[Emily B]

this is wonderfully complete, beautiful work!

[Poets Soul]

I like the style. Well constructed piece. Enjoyed. ty PS

[just is]

I love your last stanza, Wonderful write here, I really like your style, once again I can picture the whole thing. I found this sensual and passionate. well written.

[robert]

An excellent poem which many readers will relate to....well composed with very descriptive words.

[Pax Analog]

Ah well, this eloquently rueful regret is precisely what I CONSTANTLY address in my work, and in my reviews.

Wholeness is holy is Consciousness is Spirit is Love. Ha, I once conjured my own off-hand Zen koan: "What part of Infinity do you not understand?" Meaning one can't get it at all with habitual compartmentalization, which is both an amplified disease of modernity and the siege of egoity, blind to the whole.

I know that you are probably referring to your sense of relative integrality, rather than the classic Mobius strip consideration of duality vis-a-vis Nonduality. Nonetheless, tilting toward an arc of greater wholeness at least points in the right direction.

Bottom line: Regardless of whether it is romantic-sexual or more austerely spiritual-cognitive, one ultimately understands one must BECOME that which one seeks, undoing the illusory logic of the seeker. That is not only the optimal stance re one's entire life and eventual death, it attracts a wholeness standard in the domain of desired soulsexual intimacy. Real wisdom is win-win.

As always, your observed details are well-etched, elegant, deep. As always, the cognitive issue of contextual tilt makes all the difference in the fulfillment/transcendence of the sensitively exploring soul-poet.

[Gandré]

Unfortunately, they like to pick up just a part of us, the completeness isn't wishful always. -you looked back and dreamt about how it could be. Semi-melancholic poetry, I love it always.

[Touché Armada]

I sit back and smile a gentle smile knowing how much I would like to be able to reach these heights and lows as effectively. Telling a telling story. I need to model off of the people I know and see, but that's not quite the same as being there.. Its been a long time now since I let myself be there, it all fades away, the passion, be that pleasurable or painful. This is yearning, the loss of what was and could be again but for the life of anyone no one knows to this day why the magic fades. Happy I stopped by, this is wonderful.

[bluessadmood]

wow,i think winter is changing its mind
letting summer come again for the heat is always going up here in the cafe these days ha ha
i see this as very erotic writing ,though i can hardly understand this guy
he is driving me mad,who can behave like him ha ha
but you do not say why he is acting like that,he has no brains ha ha
a round face, a delicate collarbone,
a full chest curving toward a narrow waist,
fingertips gently drumming bare thighs,

and I try to remember the last time
that you saw the whole of me,
the last time that you kissed my lips
with those perfect hands twisted in my hair,
and drank of my completeness.
ohh this so hot,but really a very nice writing ,i really enjoyed this,thank you,wonderful really ,everything is so perfect here