the thought of a man's skin ....
warm skin - brushing against mine
tickles my spine with pleasure or yet even more ...
that doesn't leave me wondering' right ?
but what I've been wondering , dreaming
and desired the most is
how would this MAN would write about me .
I've been in love with poetry ever since ....
fallen " in " and "out " of love with men who wrote and loved poetry ...
.... I pained and hurt ...
but then there was
passion
pleasure
and
poetry
... after the anguish torment of illusions and fantasy ...
These three words :
(1) Passion
(2) Pleasure
(3) Poetry
A friend once told you that desire is a very dangerous thing .
Are you up to it ?
Three words can sum up the experiment:
(1) Passion
(2) Pleasure
(3) Poetry
Without the first, the third is flat and colorless. Without
the second, the first is only a dream, and the third, a lifeless
set of words. And without the third, the first and second are
but fleeting emotions, forgotten at midday, and gone by sunset.
I've often wondered how it is like to feel a woman skin and
write the emotions directly, as if very tactile touch is a word
that is to be born into this world.
For this, we'd need four walls, a bed, you, me and our wits.
This is a visualization of "poetry lives in the lining of your skin".
And what better way to feel than to be beside somebody who
adores and writes poetry.
( Note : Found this on my email last night .... makes me smile though )
