Some of us have a need to feel the heartbeat of another
closer than words
not enough to possess a green lawn, metal chairs, bird feeder, smiling neighbors
would God smite those who despite their fortune, seek
a feeling indescribable and beyond safe?
As if skin were rent and removed and truly naked we stood
beseeching sullen Easter Island statues with their granite far away look
all those emotions burning within us like pins set aflame
rescued in the depths of your eyes, the glass of us tilted toward
setting sun and in elongation and distortion we thrive
maddened on the love of the other
where no amount of living could sate the need for discovering closer method
to gain entry into each others soul and remain there, clenched in joy
a place of belonging in a achingly cold world where
few things seem to gather meaning and much is lost when trees
drop their leaves in beds of autumn colors
I wish I had lived every hour of my life beneath you in the furnace
of our motion, when two hearts begin to forget they are separate
in my sleep I dream of your eyes and the words wrapped around me
I could not exist alone, walking dead streets with emptied stare
you are the life blood of my long sleep, I wake when you pass me by
the smell of your neck, how you speak with a slight downturn
to one side of your mouth as if amused
when you are gone, there is no tick in my tock nor
purpose to a day, I have spent too many years grieving lost things
you would be the last day on this earth worth waiting for
afterward we close our eyes and bid good night to this struggle
content that love has blessed us with one footfall, for many
never discover its map nor know how to open themselves
wide enough to enter a union where no one returns
we transform, as you and I, into bird and for our duration
sing from steeple high, the sound of us murmuring in dusk
transforming empty corners into circles
your hand on my stomach, mine beneath
that mad ache chanting her gentle balm
Some of us have a need to feel the heartbeat of another
closer than words
Wow powerful. What a truly visual way to describe love. Many phrases that bring this prose to life. Thanks for sharing. Love Joni
How rare it is
How sadly rare
To be with another
Naught but a naked
Beating heart
All armor forsaken
All, not just clothing
But skin and bony
Cage of ribs
And safe for all that
For too many a fantasy
Something in a song
That makes them weep
How surprising it is
When it does happen
And how utterly precious
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TheFeatheredSleep – “Closer Than Words”
Beautiful
Absolutely sublime…
Thank you so very much my friend
Hello Stranger! I hope you are well. It is great seeing your face after a while. Sending you lots of love. Thank you for reading. xo
XO Thank you so much for the reblog dear Bob
It is very rare and as you say, very precious also. Rare when it should not be rare.
As one, separate and together – contentment beyond passion
thank you my friend, Happy weekend to you ✨😊
Indeed!
So welcome. So beautiful.
“you would be the last day on this earth worth waiting for
afterward we close our eyes and bid good night to this struggle”
I can only hope to have that person by my side at the end. ❤ this piece, Candice!
🙂 thank you! have you ever seen the film with Keara Knightly sort of about this?
I’m not sure, you’ll need to tell me more. 🙂
It’s a paradox really … as the song goes “leaves me wishing still for one more day with you” … none the less it is a beautiful thing
Poetry’s muse,
Great poem sister girl 💗
Love you my beauty
Oh how perfect that analogy is. You are so right dearest Peter.
about finding love at the end of the world
I will now need to watch the movie. The trailer looks interesting. Thanks Candice for always propelling me into places I’ve not experienced before. 🙂
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LMK what you think?
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