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The Pain of Love

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The Pain of Love

Do you know where my heart goes?  
It moves in and out of me.  
I don't have the strength to put it aside, work on the other things in life I value and let it find its natural place.  
It longs to be with you, to feel the fingers of your love.  

I'm with you and I follow the taut black material that smoothly covers and shows your lovely form. 
The lines of your body pass around your legs 
and present that sweet field of lush contact 
that smooths out the harried hurts and wrinkles of pain inside, 
as you slide in the dense moans and passions of embracing.  
This sensuous promisor of deliverance from pain.  
Feeling lost in the madness, 
drowned in the pressure of my skin and soul against yours. 

My sword wounds you, it opens up your flesh, and gives you pain.  
It is also my love, and it gives you freedom.  
That is what I've wanted since I first loved you and almost kissed you.

I feel in you the sledge that identifies who I am somewhere no one else can find.  
Even I forget, without you.
I don't even know myself the twist inside that brings life and loft and wonder to my life.  Do you know who you are?  
No, you can't know, 
you can't know who you are in bringing to me a stanchion 
that pulls open all the mystery and mix of my innards.  
The flesh pulls back when you're real 
and in front of that smooth and kept-trim body that attracts so well,
all spills out that others demand be restrained,

It seems it is often the acceptance of pain that brings tenderness and understanding.  It is often through the experience of pain that we love,
and loving that allows us to open up more of our pain.  
It is because of pain that I can grow and become more what I am. 
It is through pain that we understand life. 
The willingness to embrace and survive the pain leads to life and love and freedom.  Freedom to bear the loves and pains of the world a great deal more.


1982

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