SO IN LOVE.

LOVE POEM.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She's in love with love.
She loves love’s weblike
Entanglements, its
Holds, its deep woven

 

Intricacies. She
Loves the waiting for
Him, the hour to come,
The time to tick fast

 

Away until his
Return, the sight of
Him once more, the scent,
The feel, the hold. She’s

 

In love with his hot
Embraces, kisses,
Touches, exchanges
Of juices, love filled

 

Words and gestures and
The unfolding of
Love and love’s fond tale.
She loves the place in

 

Bed where he may lay,
The pillow where his
Head shall be, the bed’s
Impressions where his

 

Body’s humanness
Laid the flesh and bones
And dreams and sex. She
Loves the unfolding

 

Unspokenness of
That hour, those still
Moments, that just them
Laying there, just them

 

Embracing, that just
Sensing him being,
Him breathing, him just
Being him, being

 

There waking, sleeping.
She loves by love’s deep
Hold, by love’s profound
Entanglements. She

 

Wants him there always,
Always in each time’s
Ticking of the clock,
The two hands of time’s

 

Turning, she wants his
Fingers to explore,
To delve, to stroke, to
Run across her lips

 

Before a kiss. She’s
in love with love of
Him. She remembers
The first lip to lip,

 

The first time making
Love, the first row, the
First return. She now
Recalls his last words,

 

His final gaze, the
Back of him leaving,
The turning of his
Head. She’s in love with

 

Him even after
Death, following his
Dyingness, despite
Him long being dead.

Reviews

[just rose.]

I LOVE THIS. But then I am one of those romantics (I refuse to use the word hopeless, as I feel being romantic is being hopeFUL) who is also in love with love -- I love the intricacies of the memories here, trickling down the stanzas and percolating through the narrator's thoughts, I love the immediacy of his presence even though he is no longer there. There is nothing like it in all the world -- and, of course, this brings along with it the irony of the point of view in my review, because just as in the poem, there is a sadness under it all. But that's two sides of the same coin.

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is very beautiful and the description of the gentle love and emotion is powerful in your words. I like the flow and the story. Ending left me confused. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Terry Collett]

Poems need to be read carefully. There is no randonness about the poem at all. Nor is there fluff, each word was selected purposefully, with a meaning and no useful words were obviously omitted. The eye follows the words along the lines until the final full stop or period. Sorry you gained little from the poem.

[D.R. Wilsey Jr.]

This seems rather oddly broken up. Detrimentally so. It seems as though you've omitted useful words and left the fluff while breaking the stanzas in completely random fashion.