A HUNDRED POEMS - LX

The poem explores themes of longing, desire, self-perception, and the speaker's feelings of unworthiness. It juxtaposes the speaker's admiration and yearning for the subject's love.

what longing within 

          your eyes

a tender sweet belief 

          I see

a gaze across what is 

and what could always be

         and lips apart 

         expectation-kiss

a slow hand moves

       across a breast

a touch of your heart

that which you always give

       that brilliant love

which is, but how can it be

in this shadow-world today

dear angel soul-woman

what desires you have

     focus upon this man

I am just 

     a human animal

and not worthy     of more

a man that just grazes

in the fields of madness

learned for sure but so

and surely not enough 

to even hold 

your tender hand

Author's Note

"A Hundred Poems - LX" captures the themes of longing, desire, and self-doubt through its vivid imagery, skillful employment of poetic techniques, and evocative language. The poem invites readers to contemplate the complexities of love and the internal conflicts that arise from feelings of unworthiness.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

What amazes me about your poetry is the variety on offer. You can switch from abstract, free verse, rhyme and just about everything else and then come up with an offering for your readers such as this. A poem of longing and desire written in the first person, from someone who feels unworthy of love. What a tragedy that internal conflict bestows such meanness on an individual.

Chris

[AYVID N]

I sense a sea of longing in this poem and a hesitation that comes from high admiration for the person desired. The poet adores his beloved and sets her on a pedestal so he even views himself unworthy of her. He is blessed with much insight and is learned and yet he feels he falls short of his lady love's perfection. Sometimes though, such adoration coupled with a dip in self-esteem can turn into a dangerous obsession and the kind that may lead to insecurity and consequent crimes of passion. I loved the intensity of your expressions and the fervor in your words. The love felt was absolute.

[E.P. Robles]

I am sapiosexual. And so far I have not met someone who can meet me half way. It's a lonely path to travel. But not one without treasure.