Resist not my hands that'll move
Over and under with pulsating veins
And scatter all the knots and seams in the way
As pebbles on the path of streams among hills
That roar into unstoppable falls.
The surge that'll move
Through soft-soothing hands
Over our babe in the cradle asleep,
Now through my lips and finger will flow
In these our honeysuckle days.
Hours are lost amidst unceasing zest
That blossoms amidst sheets of sweet unrest.
26 comments:
this is so sensuous...
The similes are fantastic here. The flow spread out slowly while reading.
Very well expressed, Abin! Deep feelings here.
This is so beautiful and tender....."our honeysuckle days". Wow!
A true prayer in and of the earth. Almost in the psalmic tradition. Praises!
Beautiful words so very well expressed.
Anna :o]
Lovely and sweet music in those sheets ~
I love it ~
tight poem all around - really dig your style
Lovely.
Visiting once again from the Poetry Pantry, Abin! Just as enjoyable the second time around.....
I loved this just as much this time around - the honeysuckle days, the baby asleep in the cradle.........a beautiful time of life.
So beautiful.
Hours are lost amidst unceasing zest
That blossoms amidst sheets of sweet unrest.
Absolutely love those last few lines and the idea of sweet unrest. Well done, what a great way to start my Monday. Viva la
Some strong words used but soothing when spoke
Beautiful verse, Abin! Our own kids provide the motivation and inspiration for us to do more.
Hank
Quiet intimacy abounds in these honeysuckle days you describe!
I was struck by the title of the poem, and loved how you focused on the sensuality of a committed relationship.
Its hard to put a masculine turn into peoms of love and emotion, but you did that very well here. Crafted by strong hands. Great job.
This is the 'stuff' the best of the best relationships are made of ..... Lovely.
How did I miss this earlier? Lovely! The connections and imagery both seduce and please. Relationship expounded, albeit with brevity. Nicely done, Abin.
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This is just excellent--full of love, sensuality, serenity--all the good stuff. Fine work.
I love the last three lines, Abin. Beautiful.
K
beautiful, oh yes. quite nearly a sonnet, oh hell i think you should just call it a sonnet. lovely love love.
An amazingly emotional and sensual love poem written by a man. Love this.
Lovely. The title captured me. Such a sensual poem.
Loved the last two lines. Everything else just melted into it. Lovely. :)
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