Written some while ago. I can't remember what the muse for it was, which is surprising considering what it says.
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
chromosomes.
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
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Written on 2021-08-12 at 00:04
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IN YOUR EYES
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
chromosomes.
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
Read 225 times
Written on 2021-08-12 at 00:04
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