There

I'll not let on

I carry on composed.  stoic

my surface granite encrusted

memories live, breathe, feel

eyes dead hollow

long since drowned in depths of earthy brown

 

I walk a different ocean's shores

yet those breezes ever carry

the co-mingled and lingering scent of love

Chanel Sensuelle Allure and heady musk

odor settles like cumulus

permeating every pore

infused with every ragged breath

Inhale.  I take you in.

you enter and seek solace in my depths

 

Air electric.  atoms charged

every nerve and fibre at attention

you fill me

I see you everywhere

strain for that touch

 

No matter the time, space, or distance between

drawn and written lines and words of past and present

 

I ache, yearn, hunger

close my eyes to truth.  Exhale

I still feel you...

   There

Reviews

[The 13th Eros]

Those damn stoic masks of stone that we choose to wear do little to hide the frail fragments of what lies behind our eyes. In the place of the aching, those feelings of hunger devour any sense of peace for what was. I hope this comes from your brilliant imagination, sweet poet, and not from biography.

[Frieda P]

'I walk a different ocean's shores
yet those breezes ever carry
the co-mingled and lingering scent of love'

OMG, that made me heady, this is my favorite of your's so far LA. It smarts in places that you made me revisit with your hauntingly beautiful words. Past revisits us on so many unexpected avenues. I love the ending, simply "There". It's really a work of art, you've outdone yourself.

Nice choice of perfume too, just saying. ;-)

[LA Lorena]

Thanks Frieda. I appreciate your kind review, and I am glad you like it. It was a tough poem to write, but then those that we feel most deeply tend to be that way. As to the perfume.... it's what I wear and who I am. ;)

[Frieda P]

Now you're just trying to turn me on, I was already heady! ;-)

[LA Lorena]

LMAO! Not so! Right now I smell like wet dog, so cool your jets! ;)

[Frieda P]

You're just a blonde bombshell LA! Who could resist? ... ;-)

[Jack...]

Encased in a self imposed persona yet still you seep, filter and enter me as I have no other choice. Very nicely done. This is beautiful, the longing, the desires, shoruded in the pain.

[LA Lorena]

thank you Jack. I'm glad you like this one, as it was a struggle to get out. It's nice to know when something we write resonates.

[Sheila Kline]

When memories are as sharp as this, they are long too fade - perhaps they never shall fade! You have captured the power exuded in your time of "togetherness" with recall of the scent of it, the feel of it, the ache for it to return!
You have done an excellent job of allowing the reader to sense the intense yearning felt with a perpetual rerun of charged atoms calling for "AGAIN'!!

[LA Lorena]

I'm still looking for the furnace Sheila. I know damn well I used to have one, but for the life of me, can't recall where I left it.

[Michael X]

This poem carries a haunting and beautiful feeling, a world within a world.
I really like this.

[LA Lorena]

I'm glad you liked it. It felt rather cleansing to write it.

[KAOlmsted]

There is too much in this piece that I love to cut and paste my favorite part and make a specific comment; it is that good.

[LA Lorena]

thanks kimmer. I think my breathing has resumed to normal now.

[KAOlmsted]

It's funny you say that, because I inhaled when you wrote "inhale" and I was like...read read read, beautiful, brilliant, I should be exhaling by now, read read, read..."Exhale" phew! ;-)

[Michael G.]

Love still felt, even from a very long distance. I know it's serious when I see words like "ache, yearn, and electric air."
Well done.

[LA Lorena]

LMAO! I can be serious too ya know! there are many sides to me, I'm just selective about which views I allow out and when. :)

[Michael G.]

I knew from the first "My-ku" you were a highly intelligent person, with whom I would regard with much care. As for the apology, it was as much to Jacob as to you. I placed the thought there without thinking. I don't "butt-in" like that.( My Southern upbringing demanded the apology.)

[LA Lorena]

Awww, thank you. Can I give you a big hug for that?

[Michael G.]

I have always believed that hugs are free and should be given at every opportunity... with everyone. So, "Yes, please!"

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A lovely tribute to someone who has left their mark LL.

[LA Lorena]

thank you John.

[Relic]

Heightened senses draw us in and sink into our memories. I still remember the smell of my first girlfriend. Things like that never leave and can torture us depending on how deep the relationship was. Good poem.

[LA Lorena]

thank you Relic. I appreciate the kind words.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"odor settles like cumulus"

great line...no matter how much we try to distance ourselves from past loves....especially one thought of as a soulmate, the hunger for that person just grows...

they won't let go...like a wave that just keeps pelting the shore over and over again, causing our sandy resolve to depleat.

beautiful poem with such longing.

jacob

[LA Lorena]

I'm glad you like that line, although the word "odor" does not sit well with me. I'm still pondering alternatives. any suggestions?

[Michael G.]

scent?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, just take it out and read it...it still makes perfect sense without the word..

that way you would not have to repeat "scent" so close together.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

but i like odor..because i see a nice paradox...odor thought of as a bad thing..cumulus soft and good.

[Michael G.]

Sorry, just slipped out without thinking.

[LA Lorena]

thank you both. Michael, STOP apologizing! I already gave Jacob the same lecture weeks ago, but for your benefit, I have no issue with suggestions, criticism, or having errors pointed out to me. In fact, I appreciate it. You need not walk on egg shells around me. :)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

That is a intensely charged look at the connection between soul mates... I absolutely love this poem.

[LA Lorena]

thank you Dale. It was a hard one to breath out.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

I bet it felt good to exhale.