Tuesday, March 30, 2010

intimate strangers








a deep rolling rumble that echoes through plains
over parched lands that are desperate for rains
touch down not gentle on needy hot flesh
frantically seeking, these strangers enmesh

entranced in the spell of a burning desire
held in control by the conscious umpire
freed as the lightning strikes, rugged and bare
driven by hunger these mingled limbs share

they ride on the winds of a passion that‘s blind
striving to taste all sensations confined
recklessly feeding this storm of impulse
heady release as the senses convulse

and breathless they die in a falling descent
limbs in the throes of their passion now spent
skin still ablaze from the touch of those hands
intimate strangers in separate lands



picture: http://charbee.deviantart.com/art/Walking-Away-25801484




60 comments:

  1. This is beautiful Shadow. I love reading your poetry. Keep it going. :)

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  2. I missed not seeing you for a bit. Thanks for a goody here Shadow. Blessings.

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  3. Amazingly beautiful as ever Shadow.

    Hope you are well, cheers for the mid week!!

    Sharon

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  4. Touching. It took off beautifully from the image.

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  5. This was so wonderful I held my breath until the end...

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  6. It's interesting when we feel most like ourselves with strangers.

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  7. The wonder of thunder is that it will continue to roll as long as the air is not laden with tears from the past.

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  8. The 'hunger of the limbs' got to me. Hot flash!!!!!

    And Shadow, your words you left in my comment today is just perfect for what I blogged about.

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  9. superb... and very reminiscent of:

    http://www.vh1.com/movies/movie/21360/moviemain.jhtml

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  10. Oh those lovers of LOVE...
    How sad that is my friend...yet longing for that rain remains and keeps us alive- some times, too

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  11. oh Shadow ... it makes me wonder about a couple of things here ....
    why do you have to write so well ?

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  12. I must admit this brings back some memories of the past that are best left in the past. Very beautifully written.

    PG

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  13. ...and you're hungry again ten minutes later.

    Love it, Shadow.

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  14. desire, physical fulfillment and yet i sense a tinge of emptiness...

    beautifully composed.

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  15. I could swear you were at my house last night. Hmmmm. I wonder how you did that.

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  16. Wow! This is going to change how I think about lightening for a while!!

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  17. I like the writing, excellent words and form. Sounds too much like a one night stand and that is something I was never able to do. My friends would tease me but that is just me. I did many impulsive things but for some reason not hooking up with a stranger. Funny, huh, what we bring with us into adult life that rides along on fear.

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  18. Shadow, this may be one of my favorites of all you have written. LOVED every line.

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  19. I'm sorry shadow but I have to swear... oh damn you.... I bet you dont have any idea what you just did to me, do you?

    i tried to get up and walk after reading this and fell to the floor. I was spent and exhausted with a huge grin on my face. This took me to a place of extreme warmth.... *sighs* do it again please....

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  20. If Jack Kerouac had chosen a title for you (excellent, by the way!) poem, might he have written:
    "LOVE 'EM AND LEAVE 'EM"...

    Thanks for visiting me often on steveroni. But Shadow--if I write something which happened in my life, well...it happened. I cannot help it. Also, I cannot NOT write about it.

    In 3 months will be 2 years of my enjoyment reading you...and I am awed as much now, as then, with your talent!!!

    PEACE!

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  21. Whew, I like it when words feed my libido like that! As some would say, I need a shower after that one.

    I like the use of the image of limbs in the piece, often not the core of sensation but the choreographers!

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  22. Loved this and I love reading commenter response... I want to be as eloquent as some of your commenters.

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  23. Beautiful! "Intimate stragngers in separate lands...." spoke directly to my soul. :)

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  24. This reminds me of an old John Prine song.

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  25. You always surprise me with your poems. (: Sorry I haven't been around to comment lately.

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  26. It is mysterious, somehow romantic and chilly. It reminds me of a Brazilian legend, the URUTAU. I know that probably you never read it, but I thought you would like the story. Just a tip... Big hugs!

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  27. lovely title to a lovely poem!
    Fortunate to feel 'burning desire'
    where all has become so unfeeling!

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  28. I think I felt the earth move a little ...

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  29. yes we knew this very well
    a wonderful wind blew through this

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  30. Shadow- is it good that they died? is that the "good" ending? thinkin it is ~rick

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  31. I know this may sound kind of strange, but I feel like flying. Or running. Whichever is more realistic. Right now though, I'm thinking the first one is the most realistic of the two.

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  32. "And breathless they die . . ."

    Love that!

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  33. There is nothing poetic about this comment.

    This was HOT.

    No other words than that.

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  34. Wondering what brought this on? Very good. Very sad. Very good.

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  35. ouyig erewop niro ympa reamdig astleg ightnir!

    Because of you that guy's going to want to say good bye to everyone he ever met :)

    Only there won't be another one like that & he won't realize it til the next bye

    and then he'll cry, because women do not usually give him a rose like that

    such a sweet good bye given and received from a lovely person then she leaves

    she's a true romantic, the memory and the flower are his to keep

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  36. Shadow ---Powerful and Passionate- bold and yet so fragile,

    --we are driven deep down - an outworking of desire to reproduce life, ...to connect ...to be with another

    Love it
    Joanny

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  37. Shadow Dancing...
    Our personal source of Daily Brilliance...Thank You.

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  38. wow, i seriously never read poems that are this great!
    you really are a great poet :-)

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  39. again a gr8 poem by u.....
    m really luvin ur poems, nd nw able to understand most of dem....
    so my poetic sense is improving, thanks to u...

    cheers :)

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  40. Such beauty and passion... your use of imagery to make a point is phenomenal!

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  41. Another eautiful poem. I've missed visiting you here xJ

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  42. Just wanted to stop by and wish you and yours a blessed Easter Sunday tomorrow!!

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  43. Beautiful Words and a fantastic shot !! Simply amazing !!Unseen Rajasthan

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  44. Shadow, you really do have an amazing way with words, filled with both beauty and passion. It's always a treat to visit.

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  45. Amazing! I especially love the last verse.

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  46. Your poetry makes my mind sing!
    but I promise I keep my comments under control.

    Where are you Shadow?

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  47. So close,
    and yet so far.
    Until thunder strikes.

    Beautiful!

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  48. "intimate strangers in separate lands"
    ...that's a novel right...there!

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  49. I seem to have developed tendonitis or some kind of over use injury in my left wrist and hand...making typing painful for me...so I might not be blogging as much for a while... this includes commenting on your amazingly inspiring blog-and this is soooooo hard for me. (this is kind of a form message I've typed and am copying and pasting at all my favorite blog hangouts. Sorry it must seem completely random in relation to your post) I can still read your posts- I will be present to you in a quiet way-reading and viewing your words and images, and leaving a simple ☺
    to let you know I have dropped by and am thinking about you.

    Gentle steps,
    Laura

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  50. Oh for passion like that........
    G,Day Shadow, I haven't been by for a while but you are still in my heart.
    You are a clever lady with words.

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  51. exquisitely beautiful, ladyshadow! riveting! wonderful to be back here among such great words - thanks for all your notes over at my place - they mean a lot!

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