Listen To Me Lover

[vern.silver]

there is a shape of body
that makes me want to be
the silence in the darkness
the ship upon the sea
the working up to conquest
the pushing out of leaves
beneath the dripping organ
of the human diocese

there is a clasp of beauty
drawn tight about the skin
there is a gasp of duty
in a breathless bout of sin
drawn up against the shadows
drawn up against the wind
drawn up against our virtues
we suffer coming in

there is no hope of shelter
inside another’s arms
when caught up in the rapture
and the perfume of their charms
there are no gay tomorrows
there are no summer skies
when caught in subtle sorrows
and the ecstasy of lies

so listen to me lover
as I wipe away this grin
there is no perfect other
that will always let you in
they’ll grip you by your shoulders
they’ll push you to your knees
and when the nights get colder
they’ll only let you freeze

there is a shape of body
a tight and perfect skin
there is a clasp called beauty
that wants to lock you in
for everyone who struggles
for everyone who cries
for everyone who whispers
there is someone who dies

so listen to me lover
as I kneel down at your side
this is my perfect gesture
this is my humble pride
I will not live for sorrow
I will not live for greed
I may be here tomorrow
depending on my need

[carm]

On viewing your poem, I immediately was reminded of this poem by George Herbert:

Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-ey'd Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
If I lack'd anything.

"A guest," I answer'd, "worthy to be here";
Love said, "You shall be he."
"I, the unkind, the ungrateful? ah my dear,
I cannot look on thee."
Love took my hand and smiling did reply,
"Who made the eyes but I?"

"Truth, Lord, but I have marr'd them; let my shame
Go where it doth deserve."
"And know you not," says Love, "who bore the blame?"
"My dear, then I will serve."
"You must sit down," says Love, "and taste my meat."
So I did sit and eat.

Interesting where the imagination takes us.

Thank you for your poem.

[jabble524]

Nice, simple but to the point. So many times both people in a relationship are talking, and hearing each other, but not really listening.