Intimacy

[atiguhya padma]

When we make love
Its like a fix
Our bodies merge
Our senses mix
Mind grows numb with
Expectation
Skin echoes each
New sensation
The world recedes
And we float free
Into new worlds
Of ecstacy
We taste the scent
Of fleeting bliss
And reach a state
Where nothing is
We hold, let go
Escaping breath
Consumes us like
Exquisite death
The I has reached
An exodus
And we are all
There’s only us
And when the rush
Has come and gone
In memory
Of being one
We embrace close
And closer still
And let our hearts
Slowly refill.

[GruesomeBugman]

nice work.

[amuse]

one of my favorites so far. :nod: & i like how the rhyme underscores the experience.

[atiguhya padma]

Thanks amuse & gruesomebugman.

I had watched an Italian film called the Consequence of Love, and it set my mind rambling down various alleyways, leading me to rework a poem I wrote ages ago.


Glad you both liked it :)

[Helga]

This is great, I love the rythm....I have wanted to write a poem like this for a long time, I think I'll give that up now!.... great work