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| Kerry O'Connor Inspired by the Art of Guiseppe Cristiano |
I do not need the light; I know you faceless:
I hear your fingers touching notes on my skin
as the scales of a musical nocturne played blind.
Your voice is richly scented as the rainfall
I feel stirring my own dry earth to liquid dance:
your lips caress my soul as a thing of sense apart.
This appetite unappeased: loving feeds on love itself.
I am doubling up on weekend challenges:
A Portrait for Kim, and
Just One Word: Apart, for Marian.
Yes - the love song doesn't need a present Beloved (though surely that's the inspiration) - it is as fertile between the lover and Love, or the Love Song, or the soul. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you, B. I think that as Love matures, it sees itself in different ways.. or dies.
Delete"your lips caress my soul as a thing of sense apart," this is incredibly intense and beautiful, Kerry! There isn't a single image that I don't know or resonate with. *swooon*❤️
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sanaa.
ReplyDeleteI especially like your having imputed an aroma to the soul
ReplyDeleteA voice as richly scented as the rainfall.....how wonderful.
ReplyDeleteYour artwork is stupendous, Kerry, as is your word portrait, which taps into the senses! I especially love the lines:
ReplyDelete‘I hear your fingers touching notes on my skin
as the scales of a musical nocturne played blind’
and
‘Your voice is richly scented as the rainfall’.
Thank you for the wonderful challenge, Kim.
DeleteThe drawing made me shiver--you are so fantastic at sensual imagery (I can't hear the moan in her face and see it through your words). I really like that this love appreciates knowing the love, but truly love that it can feed on itself. The best loves grow inwards while expanding into the arms of another...
ReplyDeleteI do like to have fun with sensory imagery. I am glad it worked here. Thanks, Mag.
DeleteI think this is one of my favorites by you. You always do amazing things when writing about desire. I like how frank the tone is. It gives a little extra heft to the swoon-worthy imagery. And that last line, yeah, I'll be thinking about that one all day.
ReplyDeleteI love your comment. Thank you very much!
Delete'loving feeds on love itself' ... the few most profound words I have heard in quite a while.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind comment, Helen.
Delete"Loving feeds on love itself"...oh my. What an astounding end to this poem. I love that you give a scent to the soul - exactly as I would imagine it - the rainfall. Stupendous!
ReplyDeleteVery interesting the way you and the walrus read that stanza - the scent was initially attached to the voice, But I like how it transferred itself to the soul too.
DeleteVoice, fingers, and lips. The combo that keeps love growing. You put these threr together on paper to put romance forfront.
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Love is so much and come from all the senses and doesn't need the light.. maybe it even grows in darkness.
ReplyDeleteAnd withers away if we shine too bright a light on it, perhaps. Thanks, Bjorn.
DeleteThis is so rich and layered and I did not even notice the apart! I mean come on, you are amazing.
ReplyDeleteThank you, dear one! You made me smile.
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Your voice is richly scented
ReplyDeletei love how you use the senses here....so versatile...bkm
‘I hear your fingers touching notes on my skin
ReplyDeleteas the scales of a musical nocturne played blind’
Such a unique way of how senses can work.