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Peace(ful)...
By DIATRICUS
...and with you I find none
content though I may be
heart races beyond measure
your cool, sexy walk
your hard-sought, beauteous smile
your glowing eyes
your glow
openness requested of me
so I let my walls down, my
hidden feelings spill over
spill out, spill forth
drawn to you like magnetic dust
I am relieved, regretful to a degree
wondering if it was too much for you
...and with you I find mine
solace in your simple, delicate touch
grace within, and about you
vibrant stillness in your presence
subtle delights dance round and through
those words we dare not speak, to
each other
fear is not our captor
we share no common mentor
the value of values questioned
strength is abandoned in favor
of pure, singular devotion
yet our hands, our bodies are yet
to embrace that way
...and with you I find ours
peace in the center
of chaotic storm
bliss within my desires, my longing
for you
your distance haunts me
even when we are but inches apart
...and with you I find
my love
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© 2008 DIATRICUS
Published on Thursday, November 6, 2008.
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A former member wrote:
being the odd one that I sometimes am... I am compelled to comment on the second paragraph because it seems to capture and convey that concept inherent in a lot of sociological studies on communication practice and, especially, how gender influences communication. All that and I have not said anything. The concept particularly tht I find conveyed there is one of self-disclosure, the openness requested, and the risk that seems to be more associated with preconceptions of masculinity than with actual rejection. Males, typically, have more difficulty disclosing the self, but sociologists often contend that the reason lies within cultural notions of what is appropriate masculine behavior, both communicative as well as other behaviors, where weakness is somehow disdained and perceived to be the result of self-disclosure. It's not just a fear of rejection, but a fear of loss of masculine status, as well. Anyway, I liked that stanza. The rest was very gentle, tender words, no doubt, but also seeking the meaningful, the ideal and fundamental below the sensual... I did very much enjoy the last few lines. Is it not the curse of humanity to always be so distant from one another, no matter how close we become.
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On Thursday, November 6, 2008, Joey
(30)
wrote:
really pretty poem.
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