. Poetry from The Great In-Between: Is all love just based on risk?

Wednesday, August 18, 2021

Is all love just based on risk?

A lone voice whispers)




When you're with me
Skin touching skin

All aglow and entwined like climbing wild green ivy

Through long hot days and erotically charged nights

And I am exclusively voluntarily consumed

Hypnotised and spellbound

By your seductive powers to bind me

Until we are totally exhausted

Spent
Sated

But no longer seeking strands and tendrils of sleep

When we are seated close together

By a roaring hot fire

Looking deep into each other’s piercing dark eyes

Remembering lost lonely nights and loathsome days apart

But now consecrated and desecrated

By smouldering delicious French kisses

And reverberating within beating twin hearts

Has now Love entered our small once lonely world

And are we now touched

Has what seemed too much

And outrageously once out of our reach

Is this now what we just worship and gloriously clutch as it preaches

Do we now kiss passionately and true

Like it was our divine
common prayer

Going to newer unexplored heights

Where smouldering
French Kisses will take us

If we dare

For are you now my priceless bouquet of red roses

And I now your trusted crown of thorns

Betrothed to be together

Since the first day, we were born

Now looking hypnotically

Deep into each other’s bright eyes

Remembering lost nights and lonely days

Laying apart

Of lost smouldering hot kisses and individual beating hearts

Is this second time around

Just a refresher course

Or is it a reckless emotionally filled destructive

Metaphorical Trojan Horse

Are our long nights together
Going to slowly disintegrate

Has Love arrived

But are we just damaged and it's now too late

Will this perceived love
Transform into a new hate

But as I look deep into your hypnotic bright eyes

I know you were worth the wait

My last throw of the dice
My last hand full of cards
My last risk

Before I just wither and die

Hoping my soul found its soulmate and no longer needs to cry

Copyright John Duffy

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