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A Thousand Oceans

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I waken to the grey smear of day

How weary the wait

Chilly chatter mornings

Rolling like debt

Into never ending anywhere shrill

  To fill the longest heat of day

Until 

Like a gypsy’s promise

A kiss

Soft upon wetted breeze

 

The night

 

 

 

The night is familiar

 Like pages

Opening within a cloak of comfort

Wherein lovers meet

Eager

 Wet warm mouths

 

Darting tongues drinking deeply

 

Red red wine

Red red wine

 

 

 

Eyes widening

Brightening white fire

Lightening

Striking out the guilt

It hides beside

Curling red misty tingle

Electrifying

Frenzied afire

She is flying

Crying out

Her long white hands

Stretch to fill another night

Swimming over touch journey stars

Spinning moments of madness

 

 

The madness of longing

Wronging

  Breathing

Wreathing kisses

Fall all about her neck

Hang like perfumed garlands

Glistening

Listening to their two hearts beating

Moons light caught dancing to the fluttering

Of her eye

As sigh over sigh

ring

Like tiny tinkling bells

Delicate shells

Tremble

Shaking

Her heat scolding

Folding

 

Moulding

 

Wave upon wave

Wave upon wave

 

Ebbing indigo into depths of night

Entwined

They lay

Dreaming into sleep

 Hidden beneath frosted winter trees

Mars and moon

All

Stars and stars again

 

Lust for love

Seems fair exchange

Weaving a passion

Lovers

 Deceiving

Scheming into the everywhere of nowhere

Nowhere and forever

Lie upon lie

Thieves

No more no less

Heaven blessed

In love forever with never

Privateers

Sailing upon a thousand oceans

Carried all winds

 

Into the deep

Into the deep

 

Stealing one from the other

Lovers

At their leisure

Plundering pleasure like thieves in the night

LoveLust

◄ Claire

Claw and Bloody Nail ►

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Gus Jonsson

Fri 16th Apr 2010 15:10

Hello Again to you too

Yes this poem is very raw but takes a look at the dishonesty of pleasure taken... or does it??

Gusxx

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Lisa Milligan

Thu 15th Apr 2010 17:01

Well, here I am again. This one really caught my eye. I was going to say something every much like what Francine did! Enjoyed it very much.

Lisa

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winston plowes

Sat 6th Feb 2010 17:38

Hi Gus. I think you have captured the moment very effectively here. Not the obvious moments of making love but the more elusive moments soon afterwards. Great ending great stuff. Thx Win

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Gus Jonsson

Wed 3rd Feb 2010 18:04

Thank you so much for your comments Ladies... and of course yer good self Andy... The poem is better performed.. I'll record an audio soon.

Thanks again
Gus

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Isobel

Wed 3rd Feb 2010 14:31

I'm not seeing too much of a change in tone! Love it Gus - no-one does sex quite like you - so to speak... You must have had a lot of practise! I perhaps need to get my 'Ode less Travelled' book out and swat up! xx

ps I like the pirate imagery in here - the idea that we steal from each other - original and probably true.

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Andy N

Wed 3rd Feb 2010 08:14

seems a bit off a change in tone for you, gus. i adored this.. speaking as a person who loves wandering around sea fronts.. i adored this as i could really see this!

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Francine

Wed 3rd Feb 2010 02:27

The forbidden is enticing... such guilty pleasure indeed ; )

xxx

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clarissa mckone

Tue 2nd Feb 2010 23:34

Gus, this is great! Love the poem! xx

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