Confession of My Love

Confession of My Love

 

Sometimes my heart craves to fall in love

But I know the truth

I could never bind my heart to that of another human’s soul

For I never believed that I was human

 

The part of me that feels something

Is the part I call my soul

All my body can offer is friendship

My skin performs no magic

 

But the things I whisper into the night

If I were to share them with you…

No, I simply couldn’t

 

I spilled some depth into your waters today…

Many have died from just a sip

I breathed my heart into your lungs today

Because I’ve had it with the fear

It scares me that if I unpeel myself

I’ll send you running and screaming

 

It does not make me sad to think of how I’ve never taken someone

I feel I’m already taken

Even if just by a figment of my imagination…

You are more real to me than any man I have ever known

 

My man smells like intoxication

He looks like art on a canvas

My man drips like the monsoon season

And I’m a bottomless pitcher that can’t get enough…

 

My man woos me like keys on a piano

But when he leaves he’s a throaty violin

He melts my heart every time we’re together

I know just how he feels and how he smells

But he has no body. Just a soul.

Author's Note

I feel it's time I said it out loud...All of the poems I write, they're all about somebody fictional. I don't know if that ruins it for anyone...I don't know if that makes anyone think I'm crazy. But this madness has gone on long enough and I don't think I should keep it to myself anymore. Of course the one I call the impostor in my work is a real guy. He's the reason I'd forgotten how to dream for a long long time... I'm young. I'm naive. I fell in love. It happens. But I've picked up so many pieces since then (I have my friends here to thank for that greatly) and now sometimes when I sleep, I can feel the tickle of someone else's presence there... And these days I can wake up with a smile to the warmth of him.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. Had the feel of a Leonard Cohen song. Sweet, hard and needed words.
"My man woos me like keys on a piano
But when he leaves he’s a throaty violin
He melts my heart every time we’re together
I know just how he feels and how he smells
But he has no body. Just a soul."
The above lines. Perfect. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Blue Ivory]

I'm flattered

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved your work.

[Sami Khalil]

Captivating in words and imagination. So much to appreciate in those lovely sentiments. I like it a lot....:)....

[Blue Ivory]

Well, I'm flattered :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome. ....:)......

[Blue]

I like the idea of a lover who has no body, just a soul. It's comforting to know someone's there, though not really.

[Rafia ~ Yellow Girl]

Such a breathtakingly incredible writing! Wow...

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

Beautiful and so breathtaking I loved this.


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Beautiful stanza's lines here.





My man smells like intoxication

He looks like art on a canvas

My man drips like the monsoon season

And I’m a bottomless pitcher that can’t get enough…



My man woos me like keys on a piano

But when he leaves he’s a throaty violin

He melts my heart every time we’re together

I know just how he feels and how he smells



Blessings. kindred poet

[Blue Ivory]

Really glad you enjoyed it!

[Benita-Staebell M - KindredPoet]

:) You're very welcome. and thank you. it's My pleasure always. many of one's work has inspired me so I love reading others work thank you. blessings. kindred poet

[Mark]

It is a revelation to me. I'm an old person now, and always, and even still, I feel that presence; that person who I resonate with like fine crystal ringing to certain music.

Perhaps she and I may yet find each other, but, like you said here:

"The part of me that feels something
Is the part I call my soul
All my body can offer is friendship
My skin performs no magic"

this speaks for me as well.

[Blue Ivory]

Glad you could relate :) Sometimes I like to imagine the presence I am thinking of is another person who thinks of me as a presence. And this is the only way we can communicate.

[DrD]

Sometimes, Siren, our imagination becomes prediction because in its construction of who we would love, a criteria is established and sometimes met. I want you to know that this is an exceptional work and you should be proud that it came from your pen. My hope for you is that one day it will come from your heart.

[Blue Ivory]

Thank you so much for your kind words :)

[Leslie Philibert]

This is well written, introspective and impressive. And do worry if you consider your work is fictional, writing as itself is always a filter, even in the most autobiographical way..

[Saddam]

A fabulous write. Totally different yet relative...... Great write.

[Lily Mae]

I agree with Muse..my God. Your words in that last stanza took my breath away. I'm glad I stopped by and got a chance to see your beautiful art..xoxo

[Blue Ivory]

Thanks, I hope to get back in touch with you again C: