her fingers love me most

her fingers love me most barely seeking me

closely follow i across my clavicles her fingernails continue

the night passes the window outside 

i am a surrendering enclave and witness to her song

where she tends sometimes to allow me a verse contributed

but not to sing along she insists 

her fingers conduct lightening from endless eyes upon me

still seeking always finding and i in sweet release

like blooms in spring opening gradually in high speed video

she knows all the time she has me as i never will have her

but with smiles as great as my disgrace i linger

shamelessly counting the strokes of her seeking fingertips

on my clavicles on each electric vertebrae spine things

where i forget that i exist and there is nothing more than letting her

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

but with smiles as great as my disgrace I linger

Really liked this poem because I had to think hard about it. This appears to be something new for the writer. Stepping into new territory. Maybe an affair, but I felt he was being carried along, swept along in the excitenent and she was making all the moves. Enjoyed the read, and I thank you.

Chris

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

I read this twice loved it
And picked up on all the musical words
Are you a musician
Very good 👍

[m.s.early]

Thank you for the read. And yes I am a musician.

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'her fingers love me most'
m.s.early,
Well.... an intimate and loving write. It's actually a dream because the people involved know the ground rules and they are simply acting in deference one to the other. It is even written with respect for the two and in thankfulness. Beautifully written.
kathy

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Yes, yes, yes! I feel like Meg Ryan here making a fool of myself over coffee!I don't know if it's because fall is here or just my selfish need at the moment...but dude!.....Im all strung out over your mad skilled poetry!

[Mockingbird]

what does the second stanza mean.

[m.s.early]

i am a surrendering enclave and witness to her song
where she tends sometimes to allow me a verse contributed
but not to sing along she insists

the narrator finds himself in the midst of foreign territory, her song (her song being her essence). perhaps this type of love or exhilaration is new to him or just this moment at least. maybe she lets him touch her at times, to join her harmony, or maybe to say a sweet thing here or there, but she has clearly defined their roles. this is her song. she is the composer. and in this session of intimacy she is the conductor and he is her witness. he surrenders graciously and appears to be grateful for her advances.

the following verses support that it is he that is experiencing and it is she that is managing. she knows that she has him and he has succumbed to the point that reality is distant and all that exists is his surrender to her touch.

[Frieda P]

A stirring and exhilarating read xavier....

i am a surrendering enclave and witness to her song
where she tends sometimes to allow me a verse contributed
but not to sing along she insists

Am in love with that stanza, well pen'd! I surrender. ;-)

[m.s.early]

(: thank you Frieda :)

[Frieda P]

Pleasure was all mine. ;-)

[asdarkeyesclose]

'on my clavicles on each electric vertebrae spine things'

this is sensitive and refined. romantic with a lot of poetry to it. a lovely poem with valentines around the corner. fantastic.

[m.s.early]

(: thank you ghostdawn :)

[justjenn_2u]

Sounds like something I have enjoyed a few times in my life. The context is what draws me in. How can such a beautiful touch be worthless? I am left with questions. Good write.