Of All My Stars...

A nod to Pablo Neruda and the boy who could fly.--repost

The only boy I ever loved
Used to read me
Neruda from my nightstand

In elongated tones
He would repeat words of such passion
From a hot pink paperback

Leafing through love

In a faded t-shirt
He drove me to distraction
I never knew quite why?

This soft spoken boy with a hiccupping giggle
And eyes that windowed unfathomable greatness
Possessed me with such ease

I loved the feel of my ear to his chest
As he read and breathed
Breathed and read

Turning pages in slow calculation
Casually whetting his fingertip

I would rest my palm over his heart
Gently clinging to love
As he ran his fingers through my hair

Closing my eyes
With a smile pressed to his skin
I would drown in his scent

 

Willingly.

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

You had me in this read and then:

Turning pages in slow calculation
Casually whetting his fingertip
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Turning pages in slow calculation
Casually wetting his fingertip
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a minor bump in the road --- as for the way this slowly burns the reader --- the ending is quite a finish line...yet leaves us with wanting more in the closure...

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"Closing my eyes
With a smile pressed to his skin
I would drown in his scent

Willingly."

{Neruda...is smiling somewhere--i love this--
it's so descriptive--you can just feel this poem}

james:-)

[Dane Osborne]

This is a great piece. Such whimisical passion articulately expressed. I love your work:)

[S. G. Webb]

I can feel the passion and understand why you fell in love with such a person. This poem makes me dream, wish, and long to find love in this way.

[fatgreycat]

It's great how you completely immerse the reader into the experience.

[An owl on the moon]

You share what seems such a beautiful, intimate moment... that tender depth of feeling with one you love... breathing words of such passion... Wonderfully spoken and filled with rich emotion... “Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread" ~ Pablo Neruda...

[Emily B]

it's perfect . . . it lifts me . . . I feel like I could fly away just imagining the whole scene

[Emily B]

so nice to find my way here again, Neruda is one of my all time faves

[J.P. Bristow]

In response to Giovanna below---Thanks for your review of "Of All my Stars"---but the term whetting is correct in its use...whetting:was used in the playful to whet ones appetite...to make keen or more acute the action....to whet her curiosity..etc. A term commonly used until the 1960's ..I hope it will make a resurgence because it is so delectable.

[Forest Green]

Romance quickened by shared delights soon finds avenues open to expressions that last far beyond the moment.
At last the surrendering of hesitations and overcoming disbelief.

Very nice 'tribute' to the romantic in us all.

[G. Marie"floating on an..]

such a sweet image of two lovers here I was totally into it. only one thing the word WHETTING should be spelled wetting. I often have to go back and edit my poems one two or three times to correct spelling etc. and I use the online dictionary if unsure . it is a great tool. no body is perfect well not me your poem is great!!!!