Written some while ago. I can't remember what the muse for it was, which is surprising considering what it says.


When I touch you,

it is in my mind.

When I kiss you,

I feel soft yielding lips…

but they aren’t yours.

When I read what you say

I am fired

by your inspiration,

and by your spirit.

You affect me.

I understand you.

I know you.

Yet I do not ‘know’ you.

In another time and place

we would be lovers.

(Oh, to be multi-dimensional!)

But we are born

out of sequence,

out of sync …

with the span of life;

We’re in different phases.

You are young in body,

but old in spirit.

I am at least old in body.

I transmute my feelings

from the physical love

that the body desires,

into the love

and understanding

of one spirit

for another.

There is no smuttiness.

No unholy alliance –

or the intention of one.

It is simply that

when two ‘like souls’ meet,

there is a mutual attraction

that cannot transcend

down from

the ethereal

into the solidity

of the physical

and still remain

clear and true.

It becomes tainted

with the sinews

and the muscles:

it becomes tangled

in the strands of nerves

and the roundabouts

of synapses:

it becomes confused

by the streams

of characters

that have become

the ‘other’ way;

the other way

of communion:

becomes magnetised

by the influence

of dissimilar


Becomes human.

Yet this bond is

fragile – in a special

kind of way.

Almost like

fairy dust …

astonishing …

magnificent …

ageless …

fascinating …

captivating …

sparkling …

in your eyes.

© griffonner 2021

Poetry by Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-08-12 at 00:04

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You have said so much, rather poured it all out. Beautiful feeling and hugely surprising that you cannot recollect the muse. But this might happen and writing is sometimes all about that process. To let it flow out of ourselves and out of our bodies.

This poem is all truth and said so beautifully.