Die Stimme, die schreit, kann nicht Ihr Herz haben

 

The wetness that cleaves

To a hole in your heart

The substance that stands

On its own

The fires that then build

In correction distilled

Are reactions to falling apart

This flight of these senses

With sensation anointed

Mined deep in the souls

Largest part

Come with me wrapped clean

Nude limb and sweat sheen

incomplete before this a

false start

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 for joy in this scream

push point into this dream

the flower lip erupt from the dark

its petals expand

at rough usage command

with your lover entwined through the heart

Reviews

[Pema Dorje]

in reply to the German title ...

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....

[Cdnsurfer]

Thanks for the friend request, Ken. Whenever I see short lined poems, that seem to be just enough per line to fill the mind with an image, I think of the cascading of water and the beat of a heart. You certain seem to have captured that feel here. A plea by ego to ask his heart to join him. Very beautiful poem, Ken, and a wonderful request. Nicely put.

[Pema Dorje]

Ken, 'tis magic and a painting of feelings colored in soft caress, and manly leanings...

Dieses dann mein Herz, dieses Wege in der Bedeutung von Ihnen, dieses dann mein K�rper, �ndern der Wasseropfer, dieses dann meine Seele ein Wind heraus durchgebrannt zum Meer...

This then my Heart, that walks in meaning of you, this then my body, an alter of water offerings, this then my soul a wind blown out to sea ...

[Gandré]

This is a sophisticated vision of one's consciousness as much as pararell processing of an emotional experiment and showing the fragility of woman's heart. Thank you Ken for writing this persuasive poem: I am! Amazingly beautiful!