Necessary Moment
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We have the rare day
Only for us, alone
I hover above you
Laughing, holding you down
We consider a morning run
In half a breath I’m on my back
Love when you are tender
And love when you are not
When desire outweighs
A struggle to be gentle
You take me along
A ride of urgency
My want reflected in your eyes
Your grip on my hair a bit taut
Fingers earnest round my wrist
Soft growl into my skin
My breath ceases at the intake
Reemerging in deep steps
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It's very refreshing to see a good poet writing candidly about the act of love. Most mainstreams journals won't touch such poems. They are like the pariah of the mainstream poetry world. But you know and I know and all our friends here know that, like the act itself, poems such as this one totally enrich our lives because they remind us that the body is the temple of the spirit. Thank God for Substack!
Passion described in a simple but very accurate way. I believe you've managed to break it down into some of its elementary pieces