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The mood that passes through you
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This section deals with feelings like love and lust, the title quotes the film The Piano.
| The nymph | Perfection | The bloom of passion |
| What made me love you | Destiny | Venus Rising |
| In the cards | I have a boy in mind | Mesmerized |
It is so easy to hide.
My heart beats fast with fear,
At the thought of being uncovered.
That somehow I am not sincere,
Yet to explore the depth of a feeling
To treasure the gleanings life offers in being.
My heart beats hard.
I know I am afraid of being alone,
Afraid of what I might find,
In that quietness I am the nymph.
When frolicking I am Bachus
But I don’t know why.
I feel my pulse running.
Unified we are a perfect whole,
Every man Adonis,
Every woman Venus.
We are taught to see each other
As mannequins with many pieces,
Our seduction is a combination.
To eyes that look with the heart of love,
We are innocents to each other.
Children discovering each feature,
Moving from inner to outer
With minds and mouths that hunger.
There is no fulfillment unless the heart stirs,
This makes all parts beautiful,
So that every man is Adonis,
Every woman Venus.
My mouth waters, I over flow
With a desire to kiss.
My thirst is unquenched
In an agony of unsatisfied need.
I remember being full,
Then I didn’t hunger for you.
I was secure in the knowledge of love,
That I was just as I should be.
Why such uncertainty?
The love of the divine abounds
But I am a base creature,
I seek more earthly signs of compassion.
It doesn’t fulfill me,
I desire to look with the heart of love,
To be filled up.
Instead there is this lust,
The flowering of the bloom of passion.
What made me love you?
I saw the curve of my sister’s brow,
The twinkle of her eye.
I saw the wave of my father’s hair.
I saw a history of love.
Often we don’t admit that we seek to return
To those we first knew
Who looked at us with such joy in our being.
Our destiny is to find a lover
To fill the place of that other
We speak to in our heads.
Alone and unique we cleave to one
Who is better than our present self,
To be held and know peace for a brief moment.
Our true lover is divine, always beyond us
We compromise with what we find
Knowing that it is wiser to love.
Innocent as a child yet knowing what to protect
She cradles her breast, covers her mound.
Around her tidal forces shift
They lift her up offered new and profound
A child of the sea,
That salty place of procreation.
She is fecund, fertile,
Beautiful although she does not know it.
Some artist looked at her and saw all complete
Cherished each curve with his brush
Perhaps imagining her potential,
Each was lost in that dream
On a continuum of creation and procreation
There was only unity,
There were no seams.
Smoke curls towards the ceiling,
Half lidded eyes conceal her gaze.
Through the haze she glimpses the future
In the turn of a card.
Is it twilight or is it morning?
There is a voice softly calling
Come forward and take up your mantle
Dismantle the past and be free in the future,
Let life be your tutor.
She stretches out a trembling hand
To the ghost that hovers there.
A face that she has longed to see,
A voice that she wishes to hear,
A choice that she has yet to make.
I have a boy in mind.
He says nothing,
He listens and watches quietly,
His face hangs before me.
I see the light shift and illuminate his eyes,
I see a kind soul inside,
What could be paradise.
I wonder if I would be his hell
With my well of despair,
With this longing to share
The totality of my being.
I have a boy in mind.
Though we have never spoken.
I have no token of affection
Yet I want to share his look,
To meet his eyes and recognize
Someone who sees as I do.
I wonder if he is Chopin to my George
Or would I be too brutal?
I had all the gentleness crushed out of me,
I had to give up delicacy
Strange that can’t I say
I have you in mind.
His features float within his face,
Pupils like islands in a blue grey sea.
They are displaced from surrounding shapes,
Those soft and sharp bone promontories.
Does he smile at what he sees
Or some inward shift of memory?