Sipping The Nectar Of Him

Tasting the sweetness of another soul can be so refreshing

 

 

His sorrow

Poignantly displayed

For my eyes to digest

Makes me heart grow fond of him

Under his pen lay the lyrics

That my soul has sung

 And through the pages of his vulnerabilities

 I longed to touch him as much

As he touched me

His soliloquies in scribe

Made me take notice.

There was strength in him

That many men would never know

He wasn’t afraid to let his heart flow

And through his ability to do so

My guard was dropped

Funny how thoughts can be reality

Even when real is subject to illusion.

First a trick must be played on the mind

For the eye to be fooled

And through his hauntingly lyrical cries

I tasted sweetness~

Sweetness that glistens on the stamen

Of his honeysuckle soul

Teasing my tongue with delight

Causing the mouth of my heart

To want to feast on his thoughts

To suckle on the wonder of his spirit

While sipping  on the nectar of Him

Until we both are satisfied

And he may never know

How deeply he moves inside of me

In essence I comfort him

I crown him a king

And lift his head

 That is heavy with the weight of this world

And through my words he rises in peace

Escaping the spirit of heaviness

His joy is made complete

As his words impregnate me with inspiration

To write and ode to the redemption

Of broken hearts

Everywhere~

So tangible is his beauty

As he bleeds ink

That baptizes me

A woman~

Reviews

[Baby Boy]

You are so beautiful gurl! Period! This is a mostg touching and loving write and I am so in awe of your writings! You have such a big heart and I wish I was half as good as you! :) Great poem here Miss Tish and you put a smile on my face! See? :) One luv sweetie!


-JC-

[STurner]

Back to her loveliness, Choosing Life has again written a bittersweet piece that must be read again and again. The beauty of her work, the smoothness of her words and the portrait they reveal to us is simply incredible. At once both bold and fragile, the tortured soul is rend and healed to live again. I wish all work was this genuine, this precious.

Thanks for such a lovely, heart felt poem. I look forward to reading many, many more.

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Wow! What a beautiful, devoted piece extolling the virtues of love, surrender, and completion. It captures the essence of desire, of fresh and powerful love in a quasi-religious spirit.

May I make a couple of suggestions to remove some imperfections in this lovely piece?

In line four, "Makes me heart..." should be written "Makes MY heart..." unless you're going for the Gaelic angle... :-)

In the seventh from the last line, "To write and ode to... " should reand "To write AN ode to..."


In my final re-read, my eye was captured once again by the brilliance of the line:

"Causing the mouth of my heart
To want to feast on his thoughts..."

What a delightful read!