We all make love more than once

[Sweets America]

We all make love more than once
at a time.
Under the dripping skins flow
a secret love-making with distant hopes,
another with overcast tomorrows ─
both knowing deep inside that one comes
when one goes.

The glances full of wonder
of the lost and found lovers
mirror the cleaving
between the intimate and the uncanny,
back and forth.

The worn-out body sleeps
entwined with an awkward pain
growing in the belly
like the unwanted child
of a dream-like rape,
and an abortion,
prohibited by our cry-baby of a soul.

[PrinceMyshkin]

An ASTONISHING poem, my Sophie! How to say this without the appearance of condescension but knowing your age, your relative lack of experience of relationships... how the EFF do you reach such a depth of passion, such wisdom that is at once interwoven with pain and at the same time rises above it?

You have such BEAUTY of heart and soul!!! My God, I am so blessed to know you!

[CdnReader]

We all make love more than once
at a time.
Under the dripping skins flow
a secret love-making with distant hopes;
another with overcast tomorrows ─
both knowing deep inside that one comes
when one goes.

The glances full of wonder
of the lost and found lovers
mirror the cleaving
between the intimate and the uncanny,
back and forth.

The worn-out body sleeps
entwined with an awkward pain
growing in the belly
like the unwanted child
of a dream-like rape,
and an abortion,
prohibited by our cry-baby of a soul.

You have a magnificent poetic voice, Sweets. I don't know how much you write, but I know for a fact that it could never be enough. More please. :)

[Virgil]

I can't say I followed the meaning of the last stanza, but I do think your first two stanzas did have an original voice. It's a different sort of rhythm that I'm used to. Very nice Sweets.

[ampoule]

Magnifique!
The words rape and abortion surprised me for what otherwise seemed tender and almost wistful. They must have been important to you to use them though.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Magnifique!
The words rape and abortion surprised me for what otherwise seemed tender and almost wistful. They must have been important to you to use them though.

Come to think of it, the problem may begin with


The worn-out body


Of course there are hints of a dark side, in "overcast tomorrows," "the lost and found lovers" but they're not really strong enough for that "worn-out body..." nor for the condemnation of "our cry-baby of a soul."

That soul might indeed seem to be a "cry-baby" if it's lamenting no more than the few, vaguish mentions of disappointment.

[Sweets America]

Jer and Donna, thank you so much, you words are so sweet. :)
Virgil, I am surprised in a good way that you replied to and appreciated my poem, because I usually don't have replies from you, so that pleases me. :)
And Ampoule, you're a sweetheart.

Now, I see that my last stanza raises questions... :p

Actually, well, throughout the poem, I wanted to emphasize the paradox in both love and love-making, how the lovers are so close and so far away at the same time, how a lover's soul is never entirely accessible and how it is difficult to accept. Prince is right about the "dark side" suggested by the overcast tomorrows and some other things. The back and forth thing of the sexual intercourse works well as an image of actual relationships, I think. A successsion of abandonments and gatherings, comradeship and misunderstandings.

Now, the worn-out body is how it feels after intense love-making, no? And the awkward pain in the belly was for me a way to translate what it can feel like, after love-making, how empty we can feel and how what was tender love-making before can afterwards be felt as being something else, and how the suffering of love hurts there in the stomach and how in the meantime we cannot accept to let it go because clinging to suffering is a way to cling to this need for love. That's why the abortion is prohibited by our cry-baby of a soul.

[Virgil]

I'm sorry Sweets if I don't respond to more of your poems. There is so much personal poetry being posted (and that's a great thing, I'm not complaining) these days that I only pick one or two to read.

[Sweets America]

I'm sorry Sweets if I don't respond to more of your poems. There is so much personal poetry being posted (and that's a great thing, I'm not complaining) these days that I only pick one or two to read.

Oh it's ok Virgil. ;) I understand.

[goldenrod]

The light and the dark, near full covered. A description that says..."Once, is not enought!"


goldenrod.

[goldenrod]

The light and the dark, near full covered. A description that says..."Once, is not enough!"


goldenrod.

[Sweets America]

The light and the dark, near full covered. A description that says... "Once, is not enough!"


goldenrod.

Is it why you posted it twice? :p