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Memory of Pleasure
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30. XXX (07.24.20)
For too long we have existed apart,
Walls and roadblocks living up to their names,
Yet a spark of you still gives me a start,
Transforms these old embers back into flames.
How much time has passed since I saw your face
Or felt the warmth of our skin intertwine?
There are certain truths one cannot replace
And for sure, lover, you are one of mine.
I smile, soak in my lack of regret,
Yield to sensation I cannot measure,
Surrender to what I will not forget,
Swaddled in my memory of pleasure.
Why would I have it any other way?
You shall be with me till my dying day.
Visiting this once again, I
Visiting this once again, I find it just as beautiful, even moreso perhaps, than on my first reading. I applaud the way your rhyme scheme does not intrude on the intimately conersational tone of the poem's text; and that the grammar does not twist itself (or summon the ghastly do-does-did) in order to comply with the rhyme scheme. You handle the sonnet form quite well, and I very much enjoyed your accomplishment here.
Starward
A sweeping and tender melody
A sweeping and tender melody that declares something rare and infinitely precious: true devotion that withstands time and distance. Constructed with love and glistening with beauty. An inspiration.
Thank you so much!
Thank you so much!
Beautiful, and profoundly
Beautiful, and profoundly meaningful, love poem.
Starward
This poem...
...means a great deal to me. I put my heart and soul into it. It comes from an experience of love one probably must live through to be able to write about it soberly. Thank you for your thoughtful compliment!