The voice, which walks, cannot have your heart...
'nor hear, that uncommonest of tounges,
... as the language of the Soul, is silence ...
and you know when you have been unspoken,
you will feel it sublime; Peace is that wordless cry,
a Peace for which to die....
I do not know German, Ken, but this poem is wonderful in its dark and light, in its passion and its quiet unrestraint.Its commanding tone is divine. "Breathe me in through your thighs" just about says it all, I think.
Posted 11 Years Ago
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11 Years Ago
I try Marie, I try. This one seemed to come out of nowhere fully formed as I remember. And as I said.. read moreI try Marie, I try. This one seemed to come out of nowhere fully formed as I remember. And as I said I cannot remember where the German came from. Well from Germany obviously but why stumps me. Thank you my friend.
The construction of this poem much like the power of the passion emanating and vibrating from within is unbridled, and wild... But upon closer inspection this is not entirely true, for the poet took great care in sculpting the rhythmic passions, in this piece; like good jazz, listen closely and it will all make sense.
Enjoyed this, especially the title ( is it a quote ? ),which directly addresses. This is a style that (I think) suits Ken`s talent very well,with lots of short lines and breaks, neat couplet rhymes -another good work.
Posted 11 Years Ago
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11 Years Ago
Thank you so much Leslie. I very much appreciate the support.
11 Years Ago
Can't remember where I got that from. Might be Goethe.
Tried to post a review yesterday but it failed to send .. just as well, perhaps.
Today i'll inhale very deeply.. slowly.. and think, using mind rather than heart or physical core. Now i see your words as a writing of infinite care, a dedication to what love and lust is all about. Your words hint in warm colours but, never pass into that violent crimson that punches the senses into pulp.
Which lines to quote? ' .. breath me in through your thighs ~ with salt liquid your cries ~ temptation in vaults come apart ~ flowing wet caress love ~ decline push neither shove ~ where emotion rise affairs jointed caught ~ pause .. ' Passion personified.
Oh this is beautiful - just touched my heart. We have to try again, don't we? To trust, to try, to want... to ever think there is not emotion in this game of the heart would be to fool oneself... And with everything new, there is always some of the past - we can't separate that - most especially our hearts....
I've read way too many attempts at erotic poetry to not appreciate that this is the best that I have ever read on here. You use your words like an artists brush and really sweep us away. Classy and refined, but I kind of expected that after everything else of yours I've read.
Even after reading the other reviews, I questioned whether or not I would be able to speak intelligibly about this work. I still may not speak intelligibly but my breath seemed to catch in my throat. Your words are evocative and elicited an extremely emotional response. This is absolutely beautiful.
I like this alot. It flows with a regulated speed that maintains the attention of the reader through out. I find different images coming from the work and some are profound. I too as others have said that short sentence poems are not easy to write with true intent.You have hit a homerun with this one. It is truely beautiful. Great Read.
'I should not talk so much about myself if there were anybody else whom I knew as well. Unfortunately, I am confined to this theme by the narrowness of my experience'
Thoreau.
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