Epicurean

Your religion is where your love is. -Thoreau

Image: Lady Godiva painting by John Collier

clinging in desperation to a fading faith

with my face pressed against the glass

i want to see everything

every step of life's dance

down to the last minute detail

every torn fiber

every frayed thread

i want to taste passion's moist saliva

run my fingers through the perennial hair of lady godiva

i feel a sense of manic urgency

time is slipping

slipping away

i want to know love again

the thrill of the hunt

souls joined in the synergy of mutual caring and affection

i want someone else's hand in mine

i want to strut in the clouds and sing to the sun

i want to be in someone else's heart and head

quickly

before i'm withered and dead

Author's Note

"There is only one path to Heaven. On Earth, we call it love." - Thoreau

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Yes, that awareness of mortality can make one want to crowd in as much as possible before the curtain falls. Interesting note about Lady Godiva. You'd have to be quite nimble to touch her tresses now, because she'd probably be riding a Harley.

[Pete]

indeed - have been really feeling it a lot lately. lol, based on your poem that i read yesterday, like francesca lady godiva probably wouldn't let me touch her hair because she spent too much on it at the hair dresser (you know how females are about their fur)... :)