I’m irritatingly analytical about heart, love and relationships. Often dissecting with keen logic and trusty list of pros/cons leaving whimsy for my manuscripts. This leads me to wonder if I should see an analysis but then I remember acceptance of my own true nature is in itself a sort of ideal.
Peter Rodulfo's In The Evening
A purposeful glance
We share a memory of a perfect moment neither was party to
In it we laughed at the simple, drank of the wine and made love until the setting sun was engulfed by the unhurried night
Both of us made new in a sort of baptism of flesh
Whispering until our voices were but hoarse rumbles
We are capable of it
You need only take hold of my hand and pull me close
I’m giving you permission telekinetically
Only you can’t hear me
Why can’t you hear me?
All my love. Now you take care,
Simone
Lovely as always. The painting looks so peaceful. Have a wonderful day.
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Thoughts in Progress
Accepting our own true nature is a good idea, but we should never stop questioning what our true nature is. Does this make sense or am I crazy?
ReplyDeleteSo much can be said in a single, purposeful glance . . .
ReplyDeleteI loved both your poem and the painting.
Your words and the painting you chose are lovely.
ReplyDeleteWhat a nice place, so green and lush
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poetry as always, Simone. The power of love is amazing and your words describing that passion is jaw-dropping. Also, the painting is a beautiful green, bright, and full of light, much of what we see when we're in love.
ReplyDeleteAwesome post and write on!