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Depth of Desire

I want to do with you what the spring does with the cherry trees.” ~ Pablo Neruda He quoted an intimate line from a Pablo Neruda poem, in a voice that put a deep pink blush on my cheeks and as my bud opened into a flower, fully bloomed, he nearly drowned me in passion I'd never known. One of such depth that it left me desiring another regnant wave of his love to be savored as it billowed over me. To be loved with anything less than the madness of the sea is not complete adoration; merely a limerence of infatuation. Quote from Neruda's 'Every Day You Play.'

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Deb M

Date: 3/24/2023 9:44:00 PM

Such a talent you are Jenna….Beautiful poem! Debx

Deb M
Date: 3/25/2023 11:52:00 AM

Ditto Jenna! X

Jenna Logan
Date: 3/25/2023 3:33:00 AM

You have always been so supportive of my poetry, Deb. I'm so glad we're friends. Thank you.

Arlo Parker

Date: 3/24/2023 7:57:00 PM

There is an obsessive quality in this piece that borders on exquisite completeness. Yet there is an undercurrent the reader can discern as savage passion. Clearly the razor's edge was being trod quite carefully. Wonderful erotic-esque write. Rascal Belle is playing with us. ~;o)

Jenna Logan
Date: 3/24/2023 9:50:00 PM

One day my Rhett will look at me and know I’m his Scarlett.

Arlo Parker
Date: 3/24/2023 9:45:00 PM

I hope Rhett is at the ends of your lovely fingertips, Belle. Goodnight. ;)

Jenna Logan
Date: 3/24/2023 8:05:00 PM

First, dear Arlo, I've been meaning to tell you that I love you calling me, Belle. It makes me feel so like a Southern Belle. And now...your comments are dead on to how I felt when I was writing these lines. Savagely passionate and not afraid to express it. Erotic-esque suits me just fine. Belle has a little Scarlett O'Hara in her blood.

Elizabeth Mccann

Date: 3/24/2023 4:24:00 PM

Comparing love to the madness of the sea is an exceptional line! Reminds me, in intensity, of "For Juliana comes and she, what I do to grass, does to my thoughts and me." Marvell. Elizabeth

Jenna Logan
Date: 3/24/2023 6:45:00 PM

What great thoughts you offer in your comparison! Thanks so much, Elizabeth.

David Kavanagh

Date: 3/24/2023 2:09:00 PM

You certainly touched on the depths of desire here Jenna, more than romantic, you capture quite intoxicatingly the utter abandonment of being lost in the moment, intensity is off the scale, superb writing, cheers David

Jenna Logan
Date: 3/24/2023 6:44:00 PM

Thank you for seeing the fine edge I danced around when writing this one, David. Your comments are the perfect words to frame my verses.

Tom Cunningham

Date: 3/24/2023 9:59:00 AM

Your verse is full of fire and passion Jenna, you write these so well, I'd struggle to come up with anything like that. Tom

Jenna Logan
Date: 3/24/2023 10:03:00 AM

It comes far too easy for me to write of fire and passion, and just as easy to write about the loss of it. I couldn't write Sagas like you do so, we balance each other. ;) Thanks so much, Tom.

Mark Koplin

Date: 3/24/2023 8:57:00 AM

Wow! Beautifully written my friend!!

Jenna Logan
Date: 3/24/2023 9:31:00 AM

Good morning, Mark. When I read Neruda's quote my imagination took flight. It was either my imagination or my wild gypsy muse. I think she got upset with me when I told her not to take it any further than these two verses. You know how hot-blooded they can be. I feared she'd get me locked up again for a couple of weeks if I'd posted what she suggested.