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.
Kelli Jae Baeli
I don't consider myself the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I'm certainly not a spoon.
I think about things. I put human nature under a microscope. Sometimes to my own peril. And I write about it. And I write about writing. And politics, science, cosmology, relationships, sex, coffee, my angst, my weirdness, my cats & anything else that pops or chaps. But I think you will often find me quite humorous. Especially if you like sarcasm.
Unless you're just blithely cruising through life, you'll notice there's a lot going on in this macrocosm of existence. This means there's a lot going on in the microcosm of my brain. Not that there's anything "micro" about my brain. Anyway--here, I will share my thoughts, ruminations, suggestions, complaints and epiphanies where these "cosms" are concerned.
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March 10th, 2012
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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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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”.
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!