He breathes..
Taking in the cool night breeze..
Occasionally giving me a glance..
Distant, unattached, uninvolved..
Distracted by the pretty damsels..
Dancing around..
Carefree in their flimsy summer dresses..
He breathes..
Occasionally drizzling me with attention..
Spraying me with affection..
Continuously ignoring my longing..
He drinks me up and sucks me dry..
Then spits me out and stomps on me..
Before taking his leave..
All that’s left is a whisper of me..
Dislodged..
Frayed..
chicpress 
Somehow slightly chilling.
made you run cold huh? 🙂
It seems such a fragile affection I was fearful for the continuing happiness of the “I” in the poem.
very true.. i guess you could tell from the beginning that it wasnt going to end so well..
well then hight time , one fought back
you are very right Bikram..thanks for coming by.. 🙂
Your poem captures that particular emotion so well! 🙂
why thank you Elyas.. 🙂
An intriguing poem. You manage to capture the feeling of eroticism mixed with that of something not quite right (almost sinister) at the same time.
wooww.. im glad you noticed that..thanks for coming by.. 🙂
Sent a slight chill up my spine. You transported into this little scenario. Well done.
Thank you so much.. 🙂
Oh gosh! Wonderful! But I hope it’s not too parallel to your own love life…
ooh no, it is not.. 🙂
Good! ; )
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gave be goosebumps reading the poem.
very well written. you have got such talent there 🙂
ooh my, thank you so much Amira.. 🙂
…your poetry flirts with numinosity…go deeper into the interior castle…nice read…~~~~^^*^^~~~~
the companions of kabbalah
“….when Hod kisses Netzach, there Tiferot shines…”
-dafree whitewolfe
beautiful beyond articulation
oneness ever strange always familiar
a mystical truth tantalizes each mind
pursued with the temerity of grief
grasping for that which remains beyond reach
an unknown joy betokening splendor
daunting such souls as fail to persevere
with unresisting saintly diligence
as only not unknowing can fathom
frustrated by carnal fragility
each soul enables its endeavoring
ever returns until such other finds
weaving radiant multiplicity
into a darker tapestry wherein
each that one other unfolding enfolds
simplicity confounds complexity
as true love surrenders to purer love
nothing persists unchanged amidst the shadows
just unconditional love remains unchangeable
mark emmanuel christopher valentine
(© may 1, 2009)