everything.

Everything is sensual. 

Eyelashes catching light from the sun.

Hunger pain in the middle of the night. Thunder storms on a hellish evening. 

Wishes, kisses, sadness and anger. 

The way my fist hits the dry wall. The soft laughter from children. The echo of the forest.

Running water. Clouds ruining my perfect day. 

What might have been. What's to come.

Who knows. 

But without procreation I am idle. Sick, almost and fearlessly I revoke absence.

I demand music and ambience. It must prevail. 

My first knife wound the sound of silence the passing of the hours turning the cheek from night into day. 

Rain in the summer.

Without you none of this matters. For without love what are we?

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

A lot of interesting imagery in this one, all very sensual. The last two lines are what make the poem, though. Without love, even the most beautiful of sensual images means nothing.

[Betty Hermelee]

It seems that love pokes his head into everything we do; it is a big part of our daily lives….and as you say…” everything is sensual” and that is what we hope for.
Best
B.

[Chris Shaw]

Beautiful words. Love makes the world go round. Without it, we have nothing.

Chris

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Without you none of this matters. For without love what are we?

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