{dear....}

ps. je t'aime

the sound of my undoing rings similar 

to the melody of your name

i dare not taste it out loud

in fear of bringing you shame

i think about us more than probably

we are words left unsaid

visiting you beneath our oak tree

while lying within my bed

you watch me approaching

waiting with an outstretched hand

my skin itching to touch you

those eyes burning full of command

the warmth of you captures me

we let it consume us both

discovering forms beneath the sheets

in search of that overdose 

dancing fingertips set us on fire

while our eyes challenge our control

hands clenching what is believed true

letting us taste each other's soul

our tongues share forbidden words

discovering the art of possibility

should i not define this as love...

maybe it's all just deciphering poetry

Reviews

[not your muse]

you first titled it as: {dear john letter}
sitting here, i wonder: who is this John Letter?

you're into tasting melody of names, souls,
and forbidden words!
what else?

never heard of "of possibility"
is this a new art that brought some possibility?

your bed must be placed under the oak tree?
the oak tree agreed to shake their leaves for free?

overdosing is injurious to health
barely have any idea what "warmth consumption" would be like
not recommending, for sure

first time hearing "dancing fingertips" could set someone on fire
never teaching my fingers to dance after that

purchase a skin-itcher please
don't spread disease

lexicographers have already defined the word "love"
why don't you just look it up?

if you both have already burnt yourselves
then what's next?
what's left?
some ashes?
why would you taste that?
so definitely you both are tasting each other's souls
makes sense

my fav: "it's all just deciphering poetry."
someday going to write: deciphering poetry.
thanks for the idea :)

[living lavender]

i love the way your brain works.
always an adventure reading your words.
{thank you.}

[not your muse]

but still...still you chose not to reveal the new letter in the town.

[living lavender]

hahaha. it was suppose to be a play on words.
a dear john letter is a break up letter.
i wanted my "letter" to be the opposite of such. fighting the desire to break up by remembering the passion that once was.
but i over thought it and changed it to "dear ..." so the reader can interrupt my words however they see fit.
{i can give you a copy of my letter to read out loud to the town.}

[Cody Wiggins]

I love the imagery and the emotion this poem conveys. I feel a certain love in the poem but is it a true love or just a passionate love?

[living lavender]

thank you for your kind words :)
counter question: doesn't love become more passionate when truth is made clear?

[Cody Wiggins]

I believe you're right though it would depend on the truth

[living lavender]

true. then maybe it should be written as ~ truth revealed may bloom into passion but truth exposed wilts the soul.

[Cody Wiggins]

That is beautiful

[living lavender]

thank you :)

[Bips]

It was deep... Really... The words.. Feel the truth of such relationships

[living lavender]

thank you. i am glad you enjoyed it.
{i appreciate your review.}

[poetgurl]

Wow, This is a mixed emotion letter, Break ups are hard.
Nicely written....

[living lavender]

i agree. the worst are not by choice.
thank you for your review.
{come on by any time.}

[jacob erin-cilberto]

maybe love being not having to say you're sorry is not true.
It is not having to write down the words that are in our heart...because they are already expressed and read.
Love is an art...and possibility is always one interpretation.
j.

[living lavender]

'sorry' is inevitable. we are not perfect. no one is.
but what you said about not needing to write it down because it already expressed and seen...
now THAT would be perfect.
{thank you for stopping by j.}

[Serendipity Planet]

Can't stop adoring your words, always so beautiful and true words out of your heart

[living lavender]

thank you X for your kind words.
{stop by any time.}