Just For the Sake of Hearing a Feelings Name
This is the stuff some hearts are made of.
Anguish. Elation. Say it once again!
Just for the sake of hearing a feeling's name,
and the long drawn out sigh
of sounds echoing out of breath, out of breath,
out of anguish, elation, passion and pain.
Passion! Pain! These brutal playmates
wrestle to escape,to grip together,
all the being that I am.
Unravelled, they twist and toss, in truth and pretense,
soft tender kisses, sharp sword words
at all the human I think I am.
Sometimes, many times, I long to still
this writhing combustion of light and dark
that gives and takes so much,so little...
With one well-aimed arrow shoot straight and true
through a struggling heart, grapelling with reasons.
Perhaps then,peace would catch me unaware-
a quietening,not a quickening pulse,
still keeping me in touch with emotion's animation.
Softly now,softly now,
Let me like a baby soothed
by sensitive hands,be caressed
by whisper wind, and water's just warm weight.
let dusk's lazing colour-smile bathe my eyes
with day's horizon goodbye.
For all I am is knowing,feeling,
touch, taste and sight,smell and hearing.
If I brush a leaf in passing,
touch is returned, my self knows it.
Nature's texture, shapes and fragrance
impress their careful, thoughtful meanings
seductive as eastern perfume notes
on all the person I feel I am.
And if I ease myself down,downwards
till I'm found in water's pooled blue-
feel this liquid sky hug me so smooth,so close
in a nearly weightless embrace-
I lie suspended, eyes aimed skyward
watching swallows pleasure float
on their own distant currents
sweeping them to heavenly heights.
I know their pleasure, for my pleasure
is to move my arms like gentle oars,
feel finger currents slipstream past,
wet streamers adrift in my wake.
Diving deep, bubble music dances,
playing with my lips and ears
as hot held breath breaks out,escapes,
and water's muted laughter
ripples around my arms and throat.
So,ecstasy, lift me sky high
from drunken sadness and its old salt taste.
Fold away angry murmurs-nail them in an attic!
Throw grief to summer's wind, let leaving swallows
carry worn out sighs to warmer climes,
and leave them there to melt under a healing sun,
a brighter, bluer sky-their whirlwind journey done.
Anguish.Elation.Passion.Pain.
Say it once again! Just for the sake of feeling,
remembering a feeling's name-sighing,sighing
for the sake of exhaling the echo of dying pain.
So this is the stuff some hearts are made of-
Passion and Pain! Say it once again!
22/8/20
Copyright © Aqua Marine | Year Posted 2020
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