I know when it is
I am burning –
when the sparrow
in my throat
bursts free from
the fretful gravity
of kisses nearly pressed
but not
and when gazes
glance away
from what has not
yet been but is almost
said and left to hang
between
I know when it is
I am burning –
when on the verge
of crumbling into dust
I find myself at precipices
and am far too fragile
to bear your touch
without incineration
but if at night
I may find my boldness –
and peace in being
still beside you –
then I pray time
will consume the day
and love bend
light away
© Sarah Whiteley
so beautifully said Sarah 🙂
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thank you, Laz 🙂
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Oh that last stanza is that emotion of desire that makes every day too long and nights too short…beautiful write.
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lovely comment, Charles – exactly!
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Just beautiful, Sarah!
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🙂 thank you!!
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A wonderful love poem which veers off erotically into lust.
I think this is terrific.
Been there, done that – want to do it again 🙂
David
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Ha! I do hope you get that wish, David 🙂
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a perfectly beautiful sonnet, dear Sarah – the final lines are breathtaking – really really love this – K
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🙂 hugs, Kathleen! thank you!
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Beautiful and universal! Anyone who has experienced these feelings knows what it is to “live in the moment.”
Stopped by Tied to Sky to see if I had missed anything was greeted by a creamy purple dahlia. I hope your work (as in “workin’ for the Man” work) has slowed its hectic pace and there will be more splendid photos soon!
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I really, really need to pull the camera out before the fall has passed me by! 🙂 Thanks, Camilla!
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