at the incongruity
of your words.
Darkness cast over
sanctity.
Me, melting into the sensual
yet alert to the intellectual,
feeling confident only in
the physical,
Not whispered or spoken.
You, seemingly unaware
of its existence
yet completely knowing
that its impending
presence will be.
And it will pose a problem
that could either
expand, alter, or instigate
a termination
which I; nimble-footed,
will resist and you?
I can not imagine.
Yet, when I saw
your Picasso body
with outstretched arms
demonstrating a certain
airplane,
my heart melted,
and I knew you were
the Patron of my
non- conformity,
the Division of my soul.
November 2007
Commenting on premonition, especially one that has haunted me for a decade..possibly impossible. To experience love – twist, turn, torture, caress, escape and rebound aways shadowing convention yet deeply entrenched in the questionable. I guess that is why “non-conformity” was mentioned.
To love without judgment or unrestricted expectations would be the ideal. However, the mere twinge of that forbidden delight foreshadows controversy – predetermines loss or ecstasy. “besa me, besa me mucho. Te pierdo, te pierdo despues.”
I believe that I have seen this one in the past. Is this a repost or a new post?
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It is old and needs a different image. I couldn’t find a Picasso drawing with out stretched arms. I may have to draw one. Thanks for your reply!
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