Poem: Touch

Oh how I want her
Longing to hold,
longing to touch
Softness,
softer than a warm breath
Such contact
Reaching the finest senses,
not skin, nor eye can feel this touch.
Lingering on the edge of perception,
imagination at its finest.
I dare not move,
Yet I could rest here for a thousand years.
Touching you.
Peace such as I have only dreamt,
my soul shudders and tears wet my eyes.
Longing, kept bound in rusted chains finds instant release
and true satisfaction.
Then to reach forth and touch with hands,
to feel the warmth and smoothness,
savor each sensation,
to stay in this sweetness,
delight in this connection,
pulling your close to me,
rush of passion,
tenderness of my heart,
embracing you tightly,
releasing breath from the depths of my soul.
Strength of my arm,
strength of my will,
holding you close,
together.

Our bodies forming the truest temple of divine unity.
The God and Goddess meeting once again.
Eternity rediscovered.
Warmth within Warmth She calls to me.

Beauty calls to Strength.
Strength rises up to answer the call.
Strength is drawn to Beauty and she embraces him.
Holding him now, completely.
When Strength and Beauty are one,
then they are holy.
The softest of all overcomes the hardest of all.
Until she draws all the hardness out of him.

The warrior Strength,
finds true peace
in surrender.

you should give this poem to “her” this weekend. the timing is just a coincidence.

I wish someone would write me a poem for Valentine’s Day…

Hmmm…who might write me another poem for Valentine’s Day- hint hint.

Well…

To tell you a bit more of the story Alexis:

I wrote this poem early last year. The lady who inspired it was dating someone else at the time. As she is now pregnant with his child I doubt I will ever have a chance to give to to her.

Ah, unrequited love.

Still, I thank you for your suggestion.

yeah, you don’t want to mess with no baby’s mama.

i’ve always entertained the idea that unrequited love is impossible.

now here me out shakespeare (not you, i’m not being rude, i mean the real man’s memory…we need not get into if he was real, etc).

isn’t love mutuality? isn’t it unity? reciprocity? wholeness?

i’ve felt that i’ve loved a person before but that my love was unrequited. i’ve also learned that i was wrong after i really found love. a person has to accept my love. let me love them.
how can a person love without being loved in return?
this doesn’t mean you didn’t love her. this is getting tricky, i know. what i mean is: you could show your love…affection, admiration, etc for her, but love needs reciprocity to be LOVE proper.
who the hell am i to write “love proper”? yeah, the answer to that i don’t know. but you’re of a philosophical mind…or shall i say critical one. so, what do you think?
thanks

I agree with you that unrequited love is impossible.

Love is a process of mutual transformation. It is the formation of a new gestalt, a new wholeness. Two must fully participate to create genuine love.

I felt attraction, admiration, affection, fondness, and caring for her but we never had love because the circle was incomplete. We never had intimate connection. I want to connect, but we never did. We never touched one another. I always felt as if I could never touch her, never reach her.

(Still ‘unrequited desire for intimate connection’ does not roll off the tongue.)

The psychologist Carol Gilligan in her book The Birth of Pleasure discusses the impossibility of unrequited love. It is a fascinating read and highly recommended.

3:27

i am listening to songs on repeat
everything feels like it is on repeat
i am sitting alone in this room
i am writting out distractions from my thoughts
i look out the window
i don’t see the outside

i used to be someone
i am looking around for an idea
something to borrow

i can’t remember who i am
i am thinking about my thinking
i guess you have to feel the cold
to appreciate the warmth

by the way i loved your poem. i don’t know why i posted mine here…

wish i could take it back

“Valentine’s Day- hint hint”

No offence to the writer boy you-know-who, but a poem’s coming up for you on Valentine’s Day.

Oh D? Yours is ok, in its own way at least. Xandermoon, gaily tender man.

Please, call me Xander or Xanderman. I would ask that you avoid calling me Xandermoon. I dislike it.

Whatever do you mean by the term “gaily tender”?

“Xandermoon”, I thought you have a thing with the moon. Anyway, we already had a chat about this a long long time ago…

“Gaily tender”, I mean gaily tender. Your poem shows the unmanly feeling you that you have for your girl. Really, for a moment I thought that you copied it from some woman writer… Xander, I would dread if all men on earth feel the same way that you do. Let me show you a proper sonnet from a man, later.

:laughing: Well I guess there is nothing more ‘gay’ than for a man to express his desire to hold a woman as intimately as possible. And to be held by her as deeply as she can hold a man.

This comment reminds me of a quote from the Simpsons:

Kearney: Aw, man! You just kissed a girl!

Jimbo Jones: That is so gay!

For whatever ridiculous reason, I think most men feel emasculated by showing their love and feelings for a woman. It’s just funny and so typical of a man to feel weirdly feminine about showing a woman affection. Sometimes I wish I were a hardcore lesbian so I wouldn’t keep punishing myself by loving men.

Nothing is as simple as you might think Xanderman. You wanting hold a woman deosn’t mean that you are not “gaily tender”. What’s wrong with “gaily tender”? Well vortical, would you like a man who nags to you about all the stuff that you would nag to him? Feminine feelings for man is a no no no; as masculine feelings for women is equally undesirable.

Why do I have a feeling that Xanderman voted for “often” in the “Do Man Weep?” thread…

Please define Feminine and Masculine feelings for me Pureasonist.

As vortical and Xander have already stated, how can expressing your feelings for a women, be feminine? The only women who would be able to express their feelings for another woman would be lesbians.

Go have a think about it while you are doing overtly ‘manly’ things.

I don’t think Pureasonist comes around here anymore… Well, he was banned and had a different login for a minute there, but I haven’t heard from him in a while. I should email him and find out what happened to him…

Hi Xanderman,

I liked the poem. The interesting thing about it is the rapt attention you have paid to yourself and the things you feel, when in her presence. I too would recommend that you pass it on to her, if only you hadn’t shared with us that you no longer can…

Indeed… but there will be such in life, after all…

On the question of sexuality raised, I don’t think there really is an issue, since straight men fantasize about women, I suppose. So our creative thoughts can be directed towards them, their bodies and things we imagine about them more readily… it really shouldnt be logically analyzed any more deeply or else we will lose any rough definition of manliness we may have…

Hey Fulcrum,

Haven’t seen you in many a moon. I am glad that you like the poem. I could be underhanded and pass it along to a new woman whom I fancied, but that would be cheating. Anyway if a woman cannot inspire the poet in me then my affection for her is probably too shallow.

Thanks for the feedback. I appreciate it.

The poem is about unrequited love. I believe there is such a thing. But we can define love however we want. Anyway, here’s the problem with the whole thing. A guy who felt that way about a girl could never get that girl. And a girl who would be pleased to receive such a poem from a guy would eventually be disappointed because if she likes him that much that the poem doesn’t sicken her, then he probably doesn’t like her that much. They have a word for that in the big city and the animal kingdom. It’s called the defeasibility of dynamic equilibrium.

I like the idea of beauty and strength hooking up for a night on the town, but ultimately strength moves on, and beauty simpers, sobs, eats ice cream and vomits. The releasing muscles of the stone warrior melting into the female softness is beautiful imagery for the anal-fixated baby lolling to sleep in mommy’s arms. It’s quite a beautiful image, and one I aspire to, but strength it is not…more importantly, strength, it never was.

You’re better off without her, Xandermoon.

William Golding, author of Lord of the Flies, according to legend, used to be regularly flooded with letters asking questions from schoolboys about the interpretation of his book. They did this as a way to cheat in their literature classes. He would politely reply that he did not know how to interpret it.

Gamer, your first comment reminds me of that.

I would ask you to futher elucidate, “the defeasibility of dynamic equilibrium.”

The last passage is just sex, pure and simple. Strength is the phallus and I hope the rest is clear.

I am not sure how the Freudian elements fit with this imagery. I guess the desire to bliss out in orgasm has possible connections to the Freud’s thantos instinct.

That individual girl, yes I would agree. But I also hear implications that I am better off without any woman, or am I reading too much between the lines there?