Do not be sane.
Or give up your thirst.
Do not loosen your grip on the harmony of need and grace.
Or let slip your memory of the low cry when caught between curiosity and desperation.
Do not forget the language of lips to wrist, and teeth to pulse.
Or the spaces between.
Do not ignore the lullaby that leaves you bereft.
Or the cradle used to kindle your fire.
Do not hide from the torrent, the river, the rain.
Or the unwise but sumptuous words that fill you.
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You will not be cleansed of sin, or forgiven your trespass. You will not be given penance or allowed absolution.
But you will know love (and the glory of life).
This is rather delicious. Having read through the ten commandments last night I have to say, I prefer these kinds of commandments.
Oh the lines of lust…love…thirst…hunger…
I want these commandments… everyday… by my side.
A word to the unwise…these words are wisely written :)
I feel your words way deep to the core of me, D’jaevle…
So true…
I just have been through all of this….intense pain through intense love until there was so much pain that there was pain no more
and what was left
was only love
Last week I wrote and uploaded a song about this: ” L’amour, la passion et la folie ”
your poem would have suited it better than mine!
you write delicious words, I write music
AlouaisA
There is no death but stagnation and no decay but that which is apathy.
As long as I am free to scream desire to the moon, whimper pain in the firelight, pant lust in the sweaty, damp night, I will hold myself fulfilled.