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
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
intimate strangers
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This is beautiful Shadow. I love reading your poetry. Keep it going. :)
ReplyDeleteI missed not seeing you for a bit. Thanks for a goody here Shadow. Blessings.
ReplyDeleteAmazingly beautiful as ever Shadow.
ReplyDeleteHope you are well, cheers for the mid week!!
Sharon
Touching. It took off beautifully from the image.
ReplyDeleteThis was so wonderful I held my breath until the end...
ReplyDeleteIt's interesting when we feel most like ourselves with strangers.
ReplyDeleteThe wonder of thunder is that it will continue to roll as long as the air is not laden with tears from the past.
ReplyDeleteThe 'hunger of the limbs' got to me. Hot flash!!!!!
ReplyDeleteAnd Shadow, your words you left in my comment today is just perfect for what I blogged about.
superb... and very reminiscent of:
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Oh those lovers of LOVE...
ReplyDeleteHow sad that is my friend...yet longing for that rain remains and keeps us alive- some times, too
oh Shadow ... it makes me wonder about a couple of things here ....
ReplyDeletewhy do you have to write so well ?
enigmatic!
ReplyDeleteI must admit this brings back some memories of the past that are best left in the past. Very beautifully written.
ReplyDeletePG
...and you're hungry again ten minutes later.
ReplyDeleteLove it, Shadow.
desire, physical fulfillment and yet i sense a tinge of emptiness...
ReplyDeletebeautifully composed.
I could swear you were at my house last night. Hmmmm. I wonder how you did that.
ReplyDeleteWow! This is going to change how I think about lightening for a while!!
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteShadow, this may be one of my favorites of all you have written. LOVED every line.
ReplyDeleteI'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?
ReplyDeletei 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....
If Jack Kerouac had chosen a title for you (excellent, by the way!) poem, might he have written:
ReplyDelete"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!
Whew, I like it when words feed my libido like that! As some would say, I need a shower after that one.
ReplyDeleteI like the use of the image of limbs in the piece, often not the core of sensation but the choreographers!
Loved this and I love reading commenter response... I want to be as eloquent as some of your commenters.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! "Intimate stragngers in separate lands...." spoke directly to my soul. :)
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of an old John Prine song.
ReplyDeleteYou always surprise me with your poems. (: Sorry I haven't been around to comment lately.
ReplyDeleteIt 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!
ReplyDeleteExcellent! Very very beautiful!
ReplyDeletelovely title to a lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteFortunate to feel 'burning desire'
where all has become so unfeeling!
I think I felt the earth move a little ...
ReplyDeleteyes we knew this very well
ReplyDeletea wonderful wind blew through this
Shadow- is it good that they died? is that the "good" ending? thinkin it is ~rick
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDelete"And breathless they die . . ."
ReplyDeleteLove that!
There is nothing poetic about this comment.
ReplyDeleteThis was HOT.
No other words than that.
Wondering what brought this on? Very good. Very sad. Very good.
ReplyDeleteouyig erewop niro ympa reamdig astleg ightnir!
ReplyDeleteBecause 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
Shadow ---Powerful and Passionate- bold and yet so fragile,
ReplyDelete--we are driven deep down - an outworking of desire to reproduce life, ...to connect ...to be with another
Love it
Joanny
Shadow Dancing...
ReplyDeleteOur personal source of Daily Brilliance...Thank You.
wow, i seriously never read poems that are this great!
ReplyDeleteyou really are a great poet :-)
Every poem surpasses the last one.Wow.
ReplyDeleteagain a gr8 poem by u.....
ReplyDeletem really luvin ur poems, nd nw able to understand most of dem....
so my poetic sense is improving, thanks to u...
cheers :)
Such beauty and passion... your use of imagery to make a point is phenomenal!
ReplyDeletei wish i cud write like u do.. :)
ReplyDeleteAnother eautiful poem. I've missed visiting you here xJ
ReplyDeleteJust wanted to stop by and wish you and yours a blessed Easter Sunday tomorrow!!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Wishing you a happy Easter!
ReplyDeleteso much passion...beautiful Shadow.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Words and a fantastic shot !! Simply amazing !!Unseen Rajasthan
ReplyDeleteShadow, you really do have an amazing way with words, filled with both beauty and passion. It's always a treat to visit.
ReplyDeleteAmazing! I especially love the last verse.
ReplyDeleteYour poetry makes my mind sing!
ReplyDeletebut I promise I keep my comments under control.
Where are you Shadow?
So close,
ReplyDeleteand yet so far.
Until thunder strikes.
Beautiful!
"intimate strangers in separate lands"
ReplyDelete...that's a novel right...there!
Intense!
ReplyDeleteI 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 ☺
ReplyDeleteto let you know I have dropped by and am thinking about you.
Gentle steps,
Laura
Oh for passion like that........
ReplyDeleteG,Day Shadow, I haven't been by for a while but you are still in my heart.
You are a clever lady with words.
JBR to Shadow...... are you there?
ReplyDeletea stormy romantic poem, Shadow.
ReplyDeleteexquisitely 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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