Bodies Not Our Own

Reflection on love - how it feels, for oneself and with another...

Bodies Not Our Own

“The thing about love is that we come alive in bodies not our own”

                       --Colum McCann (Let The Great World Spin)

 

 

How often have we departed,

Only to return for those accomplishments

Yet to be attained

in complete relinquishing of chains

 

Doubt, kicked aside like boxer briefs

Allowing our starkness to trust the ease

Of limber flight its heights

when bodies feel more of heaven

removed from themselves

as if an out of body replacement

in each other’s unexpected ache and deprivation

 

There is nothing more immense of touch

Than to experience ours in another

To become levitation and elation without wings

Love if only a brief conjuring or taste

Is better explained in skins met and kept

Oddly artistic like fetal sleep" its shape…

 

Two minds at the temple composed and content

At their waist / nude / umbilical and magic spent

Hearts between them beat, overcome

by rhythms from heaven, sent…

 

how often than not, have left those captions

of shared life and ecstasies to the halls of unremembered;

like ill-equipped journeys by the ignorant

by the newly seeing youth that we were

rushing ahead for bigger sensations to better

the previous fun, without caution, defunct in rum

 

dizzy inside maelstroms overwhelming, yet freeing...

behaved as anyone then would at losing sight

following no road, displaced eyes not to recognize;

all thoughts scrupulous doors, minds mapped absurdly

fearless Jenga of a life, a leaf in the wind falling from Sky

 

naïve faith that its all good, tho' alone, numb hurts

displaced pathos uncaring of worth or dirt...

how do we evolve without wellbeing or love

why are we, if not measured for the crown of kings?

How often do we listen before our voice is strong enough to sing?

 

Loving through gifts of our intermingled feelings

Bodies we speak wordless into being, one skein of light

From pitch dark and lost reasons, wakes to its pealing

Night is as beautiful in light’s mystic gleaning

Found in another’s succor, two bodies divinely beaming…

 

 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"To become levitation and elation without wings

Love if only a brief conjuring or taste

Is better explained in skins met and kept

Oddly artistic like fetal sleep" its shape…"

A wonderful write. So many lines to quote...Bravo

[Butch Decatoria]

Thank u for your review

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[s y e]

Wow. This was really well written!
Well done!

[Butch Decatoria]

thank you, noodle...

[s y e]

Welcome sweetie!

[Octob3r Star]

Wonderful!

[Shellie]

I absolutely adore this poem. The content is rich and it has the best flow I have ever read in a poem. Phrasing is intense in places, an genius in all. A very well written poem. Well done x

[Butch Decatoria]

thank you shellie... will you be my friend hehe...