The fire of love removes all distance,
chants your name
until our bodies blur space and time
and you and I find
we are viewing the world
through the same pair of eyes.
The fire of love clings to hidden winds
and flourishes as it turns
without thought
to envelop the music
of your imagination.
It then peeks at the silence
created by its own tug of war
whispering..........
come one, come all,
feel this sensation.
The fire of love removes all distance, chants your name until our bodies blur space and time and you and I find we are viewing the world through the same pair of eyes. Between our hearts we both know desire feeds the flame, listen to them beat, the rhythm......... is now the same.
i have always cherished the idea of two souls seeing through the same eyes. this poem has passion, fire and depth beyond what the written words tell. another beautifully crafted morsel of tenderness and love. Merry Christmas Neva. thank you for sharing this wonderful piece!
This poem is awesome and so romantic but on a deeper level . The beginning drew me in with its beautiful metaphors till the end...A marvelous definition on love and its fire and how it burns space and time to become one pyre or one rhythm of the heart. Thank you for penning ...
A romantic expression of that feeling of being united when two people give to one another. loved the second stanza but found this phrase in the first took the beat from the moment.
'It then peeks at the silence
created by its own tug of war'
"The fire of love removes all distance"
~ when there is love distance is just an illusion... when two souls are bond with love anything is possible... the rhythm of the poem speaks so much of passion&love without bounderies...
Great poem plus the image itself is a great combo..
It's the flesh, it needs and want so much. The flesh desires without thought. Were it not for our mind or that thing between heart and brain we would be no better then the animals. However we do have our minds and if it were not for it, we would spend our time listening to those fleshly whispers. One of those desires is another that might feel the ways we do. If we listen and feel deep enough...then perhaps....wonderful wonderful read...thanks for sharing
My dream catcher must not be working.This poem has stolen,pulled the blanket back,a memory I thought only I held,stuck in the rain, up on Clingmans Dome,the wind blowing the clouds litter;water,zig-zag light all around,Monkey balls tight on the corners of the poly, me and her ,Oblivious to the danger,coiled in twin time,bodies slick with life's raw emotion.
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