To Love without Holding

August 12, 2014 (2 years ago)
Posted in Poem: English | Categories: Erotic | Tags: , ,

Learning to love differently is hard
Love with hands wide open
Love with the doors banging in their hinges,
     the cupboard unlocked,
     the wind roaring and whimpering in the rooms,
          rustling the sheets and snapping the blinds that sounds like rubber bands
              being thwacked in an open palm;

It hurts to love wide open
Stretching the muscles that feels as if they are made of wet plaster,
         then of blunt knives,
            then of sharp knives;

It hurts to thwart the reflexes of grab, of clutch,
         to love and let go again and again
It pesters ro remember the lover who's not on the bed;
         to hold back what is owned to the work that gutters like a candle in the cave without air
To love unconsciously,conscientiously,  concretely, constructively;

I can't do it, you say it's killing me
But we thrive, we glow on the street like a neon raspberry
We float and sail, a bright blue helium balloon and bobbing
         on the cold and hot winds of our breath
As we make and unmake the passionate rhythm of our unbound bonding... Read More

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