. Poetry from The Great In-Between: The Love Letter

Tuesday, November 2, 2021

The Love Letter

 


Press play before reading. Salute.


(A lone voice whispers)


Your sacred words

My beloved Laura



Written and cast into every living atom 


In every known space



When I read hear 

Or feel their spellbinding call


Even from in here

The Great In-Between



They still fill me up with a wild sensuously driven

Flash of spectacular energy



A delicious fleshy cup of velvety 

Dark wanton sweet-smelling pleasure



I just dream and lust for


Starting at the stroke of midnight

To every damn daylight


To drink from 


To erode this neverending misery

As my soul is under constant attack 


With visceral artillery shells fired from beloved memories

From my lifes previous history 



For you're the foretold one 

According to this Seers Tarot cards sitting beside me



If only I could still take a sip of your precious aura

Like the day we got married and you dressed in white


Wearing that silver tiara 


As you once again plead feverishly


Shaking your head side to side 

In the middle of a dark night 

With uncontrollable erotic energy 



As you beg to come



Are all these illicit forbidden words that I cast out in return

My beloved muse



Just like a slow tango

A complicated frantic dance 



Building in tempo 



Filled with chaotic sensuous tension

Intermixed with painful outbreaks of ferocious apprehension 



But all the while building to an exhilarating

Earth-shaking sensational climax and crescendo


As this intrepid gameplay 

That proceeds the merging of the flesh 


Teaches the soul



To walk up newer spiritual steps and to trawl deeper emotional depths



Is it why I just return every time

Just hoping and praying


You'll eventually say



Willingly when you arrive here

To all within reach


A resounding YES


Confessing silently with a telepathic exchange

With the nine watching emissaries from the Grey Castle


Beyond all known Constellations


That you'll be mine 


So all this pain and silent suffering I've endured

Can begin to unravel


With your final act of reconciliation 



Copyright John Duffy

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