Tuesday 2 October 2012

You say..........







you say


come
not because i ask you to
not.... because i don't know what else to do
not for me and my unsentimental trivialities

but for the patch of green moss in my yard
under the fig tree
and a lone aster beside
that awaits to see your mouth
chewing a pencil end in concentration
as you sprawl and write

come
because its time
needing someone so bad ....has to be a crime



come, not for the silence that seeps every pore
when an ochre august dusk peeps through the door
but for the guttural call of the cicadas
as if imitating the roar in the pit of my stomach

come
for that tug
you know which one


for mornings laced with the smell of strong coffee
and a toast wanting to burn in your hands
the breeze that refuses to lift the curtain
 i am almost certain
it awaits a pair of green eyes

smiling
shrugging
tilting
playing.....watching its each and every antic

don't listen to me
but give in to their demands
come now

for the subtle glow from my night lamp
longing to infuse
bathe your skin
for the side of the bed
which you will claim as yours

end their strife

fill up my life
with possibilities
once again




come
because its time
needing someone so much.....so bad
 has to be a crime.....


sonny [ all right reserved ]

 
* ya.....even though i am old fashioned......and would rather have you come....you could put up a mighty good argument if you say that........



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 ~o0o~

24 comments:

  1. hmmm...intimate verse...love all the touches..the moss in the yard...the guttural call of the cicadas...the longing...the filling life with possibiltiies again...love does this..nice..

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  2. It's your art of metaphor that makes you special ...

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  3. Just to come for no other reason than to come and be with the one you want to be with. Surely a pleasure when you spy them in your view too.

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  4. for the subtle glow from my night lamp
    longing to infuse
    bathe your skin
    for the side of the bed
    which you will claim as yours.....intimate and I love all the details.

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  5. smiles...this is beautiful sonny....i def want mine to come for the right reason...but i do have a few reasons of my own as well for wanting them to come...nice intimacy...and some playfulness as well which is all part of the game....

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  6. SIQ POST BROOOOOOO
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  7. Really beautiful Sonny. It is a pleasure to read.
    Huggles.

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  8. Def a wonderful write Sonny...hmmm...delicious in fact!

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  9. Anytime...
    Come, sit with me under the oak
    As I chew the pencil end struggling
    To find the words to best capture your essence
    I fall short.

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  10. This is just dripping with longing. It's a lovely romantic plea. How could anyone say no?

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  11. mmm, this feels like a song, i can feel music with it, perhaps something bluesy, a little folk even, definitely unplugged. i really enjoyed this.

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  12. ah, wonderful. loved your words and images... the longing, so palpable.
    thank you for sharing!

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  13. An excellent write, I love your phrasing.

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  14. you always carry me away into the moment......

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  15. A passionate romantic write! Your a wonderful writer :)

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  16. Just lovely - I love all the different objects calling out! The curtains, the tree--the details of the pencil chewing, etc are especially fun - this is a very sweet romantic poem. k.

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  17. Sonny, this is beautiful, romantic, stirs my heart. Actually, I could see this as a song, accompanied by a guitar!

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  18. "but for the patch of green moss in my yard
    under the fig tree
    and a lone aster beside
    that awaits to see your mouth
    chewing a pencil end in concentration
    as you sprawl and write"

    that is the most wonderful imagery... nice all the way through, and nice play on words.

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  19. Wonderful imagery, Sonny.
    I love this:

    "come, not for the silence that seeps every pore
    when an ochre august dusk peeps through the door"

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  20. A beautiful poem of yearning and ultimate love, of waiting to be fulfilled, with possibilities, and everything else we are seeking embodied in the ever-elusive Other.

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  21. I love how you created the mood with exquisite sensory details!

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  22. Wonderful romantic write - a pleasure to read.

    Anna :o]

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  23. "for mornings laced with the smell of strong coffee
    and a toast wanting to burn in your hands
    the breeze that refuses to lift the curtain
    i am almost certain
    it awaits a pair of green eyes"

    ooooooooooh yes..............I love it and as some are saying I could hear this as a song, soft, husky voice, the blues, a bit of guitar and maybe a saxophone in between moaning out. *sigh* To have your gift.............

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