Plugging In (poem)

 

To my Angel.

I hear your voice

breathless and urgent

making your request.

I feel my heart,

thumping, jumping

dancing in my chest.

I cup your face,

pressing into you–

slow, slow–

You pull me in,

gasping,

your lips releasing endearments

into my ear.

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2 Responses to “Plugging In (poem)”

  1. After reading this more times than I can remember, I understand enough to be inspired to comment. I love poetry because it invites, almost demands, reading again and again, leading the reader gently higher each time, catching the breath, quickening itself in the depths of the soul, suggesting in its paucity of words that the deepest in all of us is the highest in all of us, that few words gently suggest one Word, which dissolves itself into the nothingness of pure mind, which loves itself so completely that it cannot help returning back from nothingness to One, and two who become one; the dance of life.

    As Rumi wrote, “This is how I would die into the love I have for you: As pieces of cloud dissolve in sunlight”.

    • jaebae says:

      Thanks for the comment, LJ. And may i say that what you wrote, is itself, poetry. Beautiful words and insight. Thanks for sharing that with me!

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