Long Intimacy Poems
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Tied up in the Moment
A beautiful women layed out on a large bed with red Dayton silk sheets, pillows everywhere, her silky locks cascading down onto the pillow beside her as she looks over at this man casting a shadowy figure against the moonlight seeping through the curtains. Their movements are slow and deliberate, each breath filling the space between them with anticipation. The air crackles with excitement as they lean in closer, their voices low and husky. Then with a single kiss, our lovers find themselves lost in a whirlwind of passion. The world fades away, replaced by intensity of the moment. Their bodies intertwined, a dance of desire that speaks volumes about their connection. Every touch ignites a fire within them, burning brighter with each passing second. A symphony of sensations, painting a vivid picture of two souls bound together by their shared desire and insatiable hunger for one another. We leave these two passionate lovers wrapped up in the warmth of their embrace, their hearts beating in perfect harmony. With each whisper, each caress, they become more entangled in the web of their own making, tied up in a moment that transcends time itself. As our lovers lay there, spent but content, they realize that this moment was not just about physical intimacy- it was about sharing a piece of themselves with someone else. It was about finding home in another human being's arms. As the sun begins to rise and the first rays of light filter through the curtains, our lovers slowly drift off to sleep" wrapped in each other's arms. Wrapped in the desires of there own dreams together..
While traveling along an unfamiliar path
I was caught off guard by your beauty
I stopped the Jeep to get a closer look
But noticed The Master was still on duty
I pondered at your color and fullness
Wondering why you had not yet been enjoyed
But saw Him drawing near to me
So quickly moved on to be totally annoyed
He came after me because He saw my heart
And said I could not have you as my own
You belonged to another gardener
Who chose to let you shine…ALONE!
He said I could have any of the fruit
Bagged and ready for the taking
I acted uninterested and aloof
But He knew…..
I wanted to give that tree a good shaking
I woke up from my dream and found my heart
Faltering at the sight of you
Oh, to have plucked and tasted your flesh
To have touched your morning dew
To have squeezed you to emptiness
And drown in the fruit of your soul
Coward, cowardly I am
How could I just turn and let you go
You are my Sodom and Gomorrah
And I have become a Pillar of Salt
You are the pleasure I can no longer look upon
My wanderings have seized and I am the fault
If your member offends you
Pluck it out
I wished to God I could gouge out my eyes
I pant for your form
I long to peel away your layers
And sink me teeth in what my flesh denies
To be blinded
Would do me no good
For I have seen the fulfillment of my desire
Your time of plucking has passed
And you remain a treasure on her tree
But, I alone, hold the secret of your fire
I will work the land
I will put my hand to the soil
And grow the passion that has been awaken
I am a slave bound to work
For the fruit of my labor assigned to the sloth
But the oil of my heart will never be taken
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-12-11
Note: I mixed this one up a bit. I hate making poetry behave. I want to see what the
message of my soul has to say. I can't do that if I stuff it in a frame and make it behave
in some form. I'm a verbal processor, so once I see what is going on in heart, I can deal
with the issue...and the last stanza sums it up. Sometimes intimacy isn't for the
enjoyment of the Love it produces but the passion that will produce more.
Raindrops upon the asphalt
Stain my camera lens as it stares at the moon
I lack a jacket and the wind is strong
Would it be cool if I was ice all along?
Reading the twist of the story
Before you have context to know why it's there
I'm thinking I knew how this story would end
Yet subtly praying for worldlines to bend
Buried miles inside you
You're grasping the bedsheets while I'm holding flasks
Whispering words of love to me after
Though when I'm drunk, I'm a better actor
Frozen, dreaming of cold winds
And days when I hid myself from the sheer cold
Dreaming of moments when my love was pure
And realizing theater has lost its allure
I can't remember the last time
I've gazed upon you without wanting to die
Yet I can't run because you'll try to fall
And grasp my hand to pull me into the squall
Raindrops are soaking my camera
And your questions are making my phone sing aloud
Hypothermia doesn't sound half bad
God, I'm sounding so much like my dad
What a wonderful parody
Of the intimacy we've both craved since we were young
Battles and doubts and all sorts of great things
You're still the reason my heart wants to sing
Singing the songs of the wounded
Of pain and of self-harm, of suicidal dreams
I'm freezing to death on this track in the rain
I've never been happier than when I'm being slain
Sitting around the campfire
Laughter shining like the stars
Twinkling joyfully in a clear sky
Brilliant as the imagination
Soothing as music, wistful and sweet
Kindness falls soft on the night
Breathing prayers on a dark earth
Shimmering appreciation in poetry
Promising inspiration, grace and insight
A gaze as warm as the lemony morning sun
Thick lights flicker across the mountains
Remembering a childhood chasing fireflies
Peaceful hope crawls across the cool evening
Breaking apart dread with hues of moonlight
Drifting on winds of praise for the Creator
Dreams alive with faith born from above
Coloring the darkness in eternal love
Whispering softly on the twilight’s last word
Exciting the imagination with tranquility
Caressing hearts with embraces from dusk
Sitting around the campfire
Learning endless rhymes and reasons
For the intimacy that can be felt so purely
Beneath the starlit clouds along the sky
Telling us all the truths of nocturnal sights
Like the melody
That whispers through me
As you play with words and grace
Intimacy that fills my thoughts
Joy which lifts me up
Like the breath
Beneath my prayers
Sighing with inspiration
Fulfilling my dreams
Light from a heartbeat
Like the smile
Lingering on my soul
Opening my heart, my mind
To the hope that comes from knowing
Love like this is eternal
Like the kiss
Filled with bliss
Kind and gentle, sentimental
Caressing my thoughts
With a silent warmth
Like the embrace
Caressing my spirit
Singing of laughter, elation
Awakening my mind
To the love that is alive inside
Like a promise
You light up my world
With kindness and beauty
Feelings I can’t replace
You are my wonder, my thanks….
You are the reason I can say
Love is the answer
Love is the key
Love is the satisfaction
Living inside of me and I believe…
Love is everything!
Have you kept who you are?
Do I know your name?
Never too near… never too far
Nothing ever stays the same
I want to know who I am
Do you know enough to tell me?
If you have a way… I have a plan
Will you not know me to make me see?
Perhaps I rather be unknown
A restless stranger in wholesome intimacy
A someone with no one home
A naturalist in every expectancy
Do you know that someone?
With that certainty and that confusion?
A somewhere with nowhere to run
A someone formed from that one implosion
Do you dare to know who you are?
Do you know my name?
Ever too near… never too far
Everything never stays the same
We talk about crushes
Found in reciprocation
Of feelings
Inevitably leading to romance.
The crush that flutters stomachs,
Turns faces red,
And shys the bravest of all.
Crushes where
A confession
Makes or breaks
A friendship,
Acquaintanceship,
Or whatever you have going.
The kind that leads
To dates and kisses
And emotional
And physical connections.
But there are other crushes
That are never spoken of.
What's that, you may ask.
Well, friend crushes.
Friend crushes
Aren't having a crush
On that friend
You've known for some time.
Friend crushes
Are found
when you meet
New People.
You see them
On more than one occurrence
And you're infatuated.
You want them to like you,
More than anything else.
You'll do all that you can
To get their approval.
You're not here for the romance.
They just seem cool.
You want to be cool.
At least, enough for them.
You call them pretty,
You strike up conversation.
There's an intention
In your actions,
But it's not romance;
It's friendship.
You want to get their number
And message them
Whenever they have
The time for you.
You want to follow each other
On all the socials,
Commenting and hyping
Every photo they post.
You want to walk
Through a store
And send them a picture
Because it reminded you of them.
You want to share music
And interests.
Talk about nothing
And everything all at once.
You want the intimacy
Of friendship
With its easy touches
And fond little laughs.
What you want
To share secrets
And deep conversations
That make you think
Even after they're gone.
You want outings,
And support.
Smiles and tears.
Truth and advice.
Friend crushes
Are the feelings
We have for people
We have a connection with
That hints at the potentiality
Of a friendship.
POETIC BIO
Alliteration,the starting place, alongside
cinquains,apace in time,crystalline
lanterne and rhyme came to be
Inspiration later drew forth
footle,broken monoku &emagi
&for a while
short imagist was my style.
Sequenced longer poems metamorphose
within this chrysallis
changing into ekphrasis.
Then Open,and organic free to be,
as you see,unstructured poetry.
With cadence and pause,
others began to hear my voice,
youtube became this poet’s choice.
What intimacy is its cause,perhaps
an immaculate conception of words;
too swift to comprehend,see or
recognise.
The moment is there
and then is not.Gone with the wind
the seed of inspiration
self-transcending a word into a phrase,
a sentence to a strophe;a rhyme
rides a waterfall
into a chasm of verse. Terse or
long, the sonnet becomes a verse
Sad violin tunes echo gloom
reminding me of gripping woe
I must conquer with faith's fresh bloom
for divine strength to make me glow.
Seeking for help like babe who cries
I beseech God to heal my soul
midst needs yon light for grievous eyes...
oh, so longing to be made whole.
In praying to the Almighty
my heart wrestles for earnest plight
as teardrops show sincerity
for success of triumphant flight.
Communing with good Lord brings joy
against weeping, sorrow and pain
smiting worry and doubt that annoy
toward wondrous thanksgiving gain.
Supplication to Christ always
upon His inviting altar
builds trust, marked by grace toward praise
knowing that He is never far.
Intimacy with gracious King
of compassion and mercy's thrill
guards my will from guilty lurking
to soar along truth of growth hill.
Around Saviour’s compassion bond
my spirit claims prayer victory
staying serene, sans magic wand
assured of miracles' glory.
Now, violin tunes are vibrant
reverberating gratitude
with melody so jubilant
toward reaching-out altitude.
*Psalm 39:12 Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear unto my cry; hold not thy peace at my tears: for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.
June 18, 2023
edited on August 12, 2024
1st place, "Sad Violin Tunes, O Heart of Mine" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 9/23/2024
Then was the flowing time
On its wings I could freely fly
Across the span of the azure sky
To the horizon of distant lands
Soar alongside of the floating flock
In the warm air stream of conviviality.
Then was the flowing time
When in the vibes of unfurled dawn
Tinged by the golden sunbeam
I could join the kith and kin
On the breeze-braced boughs
Croon together the spring song.
Then was the flowing time
When through the twilight gleam
I returned to the teeming nest
In the closeness of you all
Fold my wings in the embrace
Of unrestrained intimacy.
Now is the stalled time
Shadow of lurking invisible danger
Creeps menacingly from nowhere
Turning the nest into a cage
Confined morale plunging in lone abyss
Stagnates in gripping isolation.
Now is the stalled time
Hanging heavy on my collapsed wings
Songs have disappeared in desolate air
But rhythm of hope still pulsates in heart
New pristine dawn will color the dark sky
With the familiar flock I will fly there again.
July 31, 2020
Contest : Isolation Philosophy
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke