Subliminal

Open to personal interpretation...

Praise my every color;

I am a mystery gift

Wrapped in figure divine,

A woman to one man

Who contracts his mind

To absolute reason.

 

Be not wild for me;

I am planted in abstraction,

Grown from my reflection,

Watered by Socrates, Aristotle,

Plato and his Republic.

 

Pleasure me with secrecy,

Fragments of one night

Splintered from oblivion

And buried like your other

Subliminal sensations.

 

Reviews

[emmajoy]

I think .. each stanza has a different, though specific meaning within a relationship. It offers the reader clues to the behaviour and reaction of a woman with and to a man. The first and second stanzas declare the woman's spirit or being, but, asks that she be seen for real, not imagined. That third stanza invites nothing less than passion's reality.

Of course, I could be very wrong, ( I often am !) but at least in trying to interpret your words, I had the pleasure of reading and re-reading!