place of worship

 

    teach me not to
    tremble

    when you touch me.

    i am deeply delicate
    as you deftly
    delve
    within me.

    i wear my
    surrender
    like a pin on my lapel.

    Where shall we begin?

    with your lips upon my skin
    or the slow sweet
    sin
    that is
    this…

    you tease me with
    tenderness.

    my eyelashes
    caress your neck
    [i bespeckle you with
    delirious drum beats]

    I am quiet

    lest I speak
    and shatter the silence
    of our prayers…

    my supplications
    slip past my lips
    and into the
    curves of your mouth.

    this…
    this is what faith is all about.

Reviews

[Tara Jean Olson]

i love it! however, i don't understand 'this is what faith is all about'
you are relating physiocal intimacy with faith,
and yes, i can totally understand that part, however in the poem you do not suggest this in any way.
heck, emily, you could make an entirely new, and explicit element to this poem, and do just that.
but only do as youu wish, darlin. you are an artist of words, and your keyboard is the blank canvas:)

[Sarah Williams]

Wow...how'd I miss this one! ;o)

This is truly beautiful, my dear! You are such a master of breathing life into words and then setting them adrift in your poetry, to wash over your readers with effortless grace. I love the passion in this piece, as well as the almost timid moments that really set it ablaze.

teach me not to
tremble

when you touch me.

(and)


my supplications
slip past my lips
and into the
curves of your mouth.


--are my two favorite parts of this piece...you see, it was so wonderful I couldn't pick just one!

i agree with Guest.

love your voice!!

[Joshua Orion Moore Rose..]

Faith has been a sore spot for me for longer then I can readily recall. Mostly in terms of the jump involved, it's always seemed like setting yourself up to be let down.

As I got older I came to terms with it, at least as a concept. We all entertain some degree of faith simply in expecting that next waking or second breath. Just because it's happened before doesn't mean it'll happen again. In a way, it's my faith that keeps me constant. Even if my constancy is flux.

But you hit on a different type of faith here. That raw and alien kind involved with laying yourself bare before another entity. It's always faith to open yourself before someone who could possibly vex you. No matter how much you think you know a person there's volumes beyond understanding. Hell, I don't even know myself.

But I have been there, albeit briefly. It's wonderful when you can let that careful awareness of association and the masks of culture and community drown in desire to the point where you're unabashedly you for someone. I look forward to when I can be there again.

For now, though, reading about it will suffice. Heh. My vicarious fix.

Many thanks, lady.

[1]

We counselors are easy pickings and deserve a true one for the after hours.
Excellent piece!
JKC

[Katherine Martin]

bespeckle....(nice)
we just. got. to. get there. to. leap. sometimes.....

[Rc R. Vagilidad]

whoo, another sexy poem... very sensual.. great imagery...

(well, i must admit, i hate to use those phrases, they seem to be very usual..and unreal at times)

If i used those fragments, perhaps, i should add another phrase why so.

great imagery... - why, from its title alone, you can get all depthness.. delving within the poem you see how the depthness afloat's the mind.. uncovering the real essence of it

"with your lips upon my skin
or the slow sweet
sin
that is
this�

you tease me with
tenderness. "
-this transition was held with definite explanation of the over-all topic... great..

I really thought this was all about a Church!...nahh, i messed up with my idea. This was more of a deep poem...and sexy!

[Pierce Franklin]

Very powerful, evocative imagery in this:

"Where shall we begin?

with your lips upon my skin
or the slow sweet
sin
that is
this�"

This has a great flow and rhythm to it - very, very nice.

[Candid Writer]

This is a nice sensual piece. I believe that the body is a temple - it is a true work of art. And you captured that beautifully.

[Matt Thompson]

Wow, I love the intertwining of spirituality and sensuality in this. Very gentle indeed.

[Disraeli Arito]

You are a gentle soul
Your poety is melancholy and subtle like the daily drizzle they get in Florida