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FRIEND?
His eyes are like molten lava
he crucifies you with his wit
his smile is eternal and damages you with want
his mind as sharp as a million pencils
ready to pen a shakespearian tragedy
he holds us in his hand
carressing
inviting
tantalising
but will toss you away as meaningless
if you dont hold his attention
however I am so like him
lost in wanting something I can't quite grasp
it's on the tip of my tongue
gone
Duetting singing Rocky' songs
tap my feet
want his hand to hold mine
in time
make me feel I belong
He knows me too well
I'm dressed in his desires
never to deliver
yet in mind
I've been there a thousand times....
Love , no, there is not a name but FRIEND comes close
This work show amazing imagery and emotion...
Especially, these lines.
I'm dressed in his desires
never to deliver
yet in mind
I've been there a thousand times....
Those words convey part of the essence of life....
As read the elemental tenor, of this wonderful poem. I am reminded of qualities that evoke reflections of some my own past and present relationships.
This poem does what I feel all poetry is destined to do, you shaped your poetry into an universal theme.
You have captured the want and need of desire.
Poet you have hit the nail right square on the head, more than anyone would ever dreamt possible.
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot