Unembodied

It is a love story between a mortal and the incorporeal.

Unembodied

They call it, Romance;

My romance is detached, and limp like numbness.

I hear them call it, Love �"

I do not seek to be in love, unfettered by it.

You just keep on saying; it’s like the essential breath of life.

I have not perceived this. In perdition, like it there is naught.

In the twinkling of an eye, you run off,

The past of my presence asks this of you

Are you not the one, my love?

 

They cry out, they shriek, you call out, exclaiming;

Like the nightmares slashing out of shredded sleep,

Like the births conceived without incarnation,

Like the blood, sap of life, like the addiction, craved �"

I think, girl �"

If you are Love come to life, then

The expectations, why will I not set them free?

Are you an incorporeal sprite, free from this earth?

I just listen to the pounding beat of the drums that my heart is.

 

Nothing has changed for countless days,

I and my tantalizing temptress�"

We hear the poetry of transcendence!

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"Are you an incorporeal sprite, free from this earth?
I just listen to the pounding beat of the drums that my heart is."
Love. The great mystery. Few understand and few will. I like the above lines a lot. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[kitty]

As I grow in years I begin to wonder if 'love' is just an anecdote to life : it changes as we gain different experiences. At times loving and gentle but passionate and driven. Different in types and feeling with the need to interpret it as we may. Nurtured it can be a good thing. Thank you for raising awareness.

[WritersRankings]

The first stanza is truly fantastic. The title and spaces between the words brings a nice feel to this poem. The play of love in time and time in love is what makes us truly human, bravo for this incredible piece.

[DC]

Thank you for your generous comment. It was truly encouraging.