Before We Die

maybe more of a reflection than a love poem, but there is some of that here too.. ya just need to know where to look for it...

Before We Die

 

Before we die

We must be sure

To read the

Book of Longing

Maybe together

Under an ancient

Yet still white

Foaming quilt  

And with a 

Rogue bough

Tapping

Against the

Steamed up

Bedroom window

For I know

You would then

Be sure

To hold me tight

 

Of course

We would be

More than crazy

To try and read it

In the shower

While you were

Milking me

Beneath a layer

Of fine bubbles

And with that

Bloody bough

Still tapping on the

Bedroom window

In the key of F minor

 

Maybe then

It would make

More sense

To postpone our

Eventual coming

And dedicate these

Words instead

To Irving Layton or

Federico García Lorca

While allowing the

Storm to waste itself

On our behalf

And the bough

To break exhausted  

 

Reviews

[R J Askew]

Ahem, excuse me while I go and have a look at The Book Of Longing................ Your words stirred up the moment once again! And may there be many more of them.

[Neville]

A welcome and most generous visit Ron.. Many thanks indeed...Until quite recently, I had a spare copy (book of longing Leonard Cohen Penguin Books 2006 as if ya didn't know already.... Regards, Neville

[sette]

this poem really speaks out loud now i know why a bucket list is important

[Neville]

Make sure it's a long list and takes forever to achieve... thank you so much for the visit and for making me chuckle.... Neville

[andrew mitchell]

Wow this speaks volumes Neville. Like a thick soup one digested slowly. Clever.

[Neville]

Thank you ever so much Andrew, a much appreciated visit, in fact one might say souper.... Neville

[barleygirl]

This is one of the best of yours I've read so far. I love this. It's got the right twist between sensuous & authentic & ironic. The tapping branch is everyone's OCD (wherever on the spectrum it exists) that takes us out of that perfect moment of bliss. Thus the gradual legalization of pot worldwide *heh! heh! heh!* Screw those intruding thoughts! Give me mindless orgasm or give me death! (I think I've had too much coffee already) Back to your poem -- best sensuous expression I've seen from you EVER! cute nuggles . . . Fondly, Margie

[Neville]

I just got a head rush thanks to reading what a lovely review you just left for me here Margie.. I am truly delighted that you kind of dug the words you found here too, that really does mean so much... Now then.. about that orgasm... nug nug fondly too.... Neville x

[Coyote Poetry]

Irving Layton or Federico García Lorca. I have read Lorca and I will read Layton. Great words should never be forgotten. I have a thousand books I have read. My teachers were Kosinski, Hemingway and Jack London. Now I love Ben Jonsen, Dryden and Donne. Thank you Neville for sharing your amazing words and thoughts.

Coyote

[Neville]

You are far too generous as well as being very well read... take care my good friend and true... Neville

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.

[Neville]

as you shall always be...

[steppenwolf]

White foaming quilt...wow!

[Neville]

Thank you.... Neville

[Ardra]

Mmmm steamy poem....my office mirrors are steaming up hehehe...

I think before we die to write the book of longing with your loved one...would make it all perfect...to capture those beautiful time with them in words.... what can be more beautiful other than reminding yourself of those wonderful love...isn't it N.
Beautifully done with your special charm in it...:)
Have a wonderful day

[Ardra]

I was inspired to write something called your darkest secret after reading your words so pls. Do check that when free :))
Thanks for inspiring ...

[Neville]

let the world be full of such, and it would be a much nicer place to be.. thank you for these lovely words.. N

[angel]

She'll step on the path/ She'll see what I mean /My will cut in half/ And freedom between/ For less than a second /Our lives will collide /The endless suspended /The door open wide /
then there's a bit I've forgotten, and then "What no one has done /She'll continue to do...

I've gotta look it up and read it later...I am losing my memory a little, I guess. I know there's a LOT more.
Wassmatta, can't just relax and enjoy yer milkin' with that damnable branch distractin' ye? Chill out, man, nobody's comin'...otherwise...

[Neville]

I will take your word for that, cheers angel.. N

[Chris Shaw]

What a combination of delights. Loving and poetry. Reading Cohen in bed while the storm rages and that branch taps on the window pane. So reminiscent of Heathcliffe and Cathy. And that shower scene, hot and steamy. (best leave the book outside, if you love books as much as you love that woman). All in the key of f minor. Maybe it would have been f major when you were younger? And your dedication to two International poets. This poem speaks to me of your two greatest loves Neville.

Chris

[Neville]

Cheers Chris, I do so much appreciate your visiting... N