Justin Bordner Poet Romanticism

Kissing For the Killing of Can'T -

Destinies departing from one another
like memories falling asleep as new experience births the extremes of Eternity,
striding past ourselves with fingers extended wildly
trying terribly to grab hold of knuckles with certainty buckling
as disbelief transforms into the unloving knowledge of impossibility,

in a recess of rules we defy the momentum of the Game's gravity
praying not with confusion in our eyes but for pardon of our happy prank,
we have laughter within the drums of our souls,

placing my thumb onto the corner of her mouth
getting closer to her voice,
kissing my Spartan girl
as though she were a secret sunset balancing just for me,
not knowing if I'll ever have another,
kissing just for the sake of kissing her,
kissing for the hatred of heartache, for the heroics of Hope,
kissing while betraying Time's insults of hurriedness -

J.A.B.

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Eileen Manassian June 26, 2014 at 12:50 PM That last stanza was absolutely awesome, Justin. I'm sure it hit home. Justin Bordner June 27, 2014 at 12:29 PM Pure passion Eileen, a sacred love I invoked, I do love my Spartan Girl. " placing my thumb onto the corner of her mouth..." J.A.B.

Karen Anglesey August 26, 2013 at 8:06 PM "we have laughter within the drums of our souls," mixing the physical with the metaphysical..... The grand slam of true love and romance ... very passionate poetry :) Justin Bordner August 29, 2013 at 3:00 PM I think you fell in love with the right line Karen - the inspiration for this write was very sudden and romantic - thank you Karen - J.A.B. %

Elizabeth Wesley February 20, 2013 at 1:02 PM Such a tingle of memories to feel all over again Justin; the kiss, the taste and the heartache are all that make life worthwhile but we need to trust and give of our inner selves if we dare to reach the pinnacle. Love,Lizzie Justin Bordner February 20, 2013 at 1:26 PM You are so right its frightning Lizzie - Love makes us vulnerable, but if we trust the right people it becomes an indestructable strength - thanks for the love Lizzie - J.A.B. %

Poet Destroyer A February 12, 2013 at 9:03 PM Justin, thank you so so much for making me feel like the gal, I am in the inside and out.. about your poem: the poem is rushing through my blood. a kiss, never a moment to soon.. I can feel the touch, and placement of the thumb onto the corner of her mouth. A sensual and perfect image, a good related kiss, of death. LOVE THE POEM~~ PS.... I am planning a secret poem, how 'did ya know? By the way, I did post a funny poem just now, hope to see what you think of my latest.. xox~LINDA Justin Bordner February 13, 2013 at 3:34 PM My pleasure Linda - I really did want to appeal to the sense of touch in this write, and also to the virtue of gratitude - goods things require our attention or else they fly away all too soon - so glad this poem became so visceral for you my Sphinx - J.A.B. %

Jay Loveless February 11, 2013 at 4:11 PM This is beautiful i like how you describe her as a spartan Jay Loveless February 13, 2013 at 8:46 PM Indeed I agree Justin. To be equal would make us average. I would much rather be my own. A brand of unique in which no other could duplicate. Justin Bordner February 13, 2013 at 3:26 PM Delicious historical insight Jay - the Gods put men & women in positions where they must choose their talents and ambitions wisely no doubt - perhaps it is best not to be equal but rather to be unique - J.A.B. % Jay Loveless February 13, 2013 at 11:38 AM They are noble traits, tho it is important to also follow the ways of the Athens. Intellegent, well written, and having compassion. Each "God" and "Goddess" brought another trait to the table, and for such reasons Greece was split into islands, for imagine if all of those traits joined as one, then man would have found a way to be equal with the Gods. Justin Bordner February 12, 2013 at 11:28 AM Thanks Jay - In Spartan culture women were encouraged to be athletic, seductive through simple beauty, artistic and intellectual - to be be spartan by definition is to be tough, austere, and wise - what more could a guy hope for - J.A.B. %

Jessica K February 10, 2013 at 9:48 PM Absolutely passionate... A piece of art woven inside each line... Well done :) Justin Bordner February 11, 2013 at 1:07 PM Making sense out of life with someone you can trust, someone you need to touch, becomes more of a priority as my experience wisdom develops Jessica - and the people in our Pasts become more valuable as we age - J.A.B. %

Laura Breidenthal February 10, 2013 at 12:51 AM Aha! Justin has written another marvelous poem! Once again, I am at loss for words. Eh, I'll think of something to write. Oh, yes. I loved it all. This one is just great, filled with such succulent metaphors. Forgive me for my frivolity and lack of ..things to say? haha ^_^ Take care, and I can't wait to read, (and re-read) more of your work. Always, Laura Justin Bordner February 10, 2013 at 1:42 PM The girl that made this inspiration possible is the marvel - she has been the ignition for my engine - I'm so glad you are enjoying my poems of intimacy and of sharing risk to develop strengths - J.A.B. %