Post by Ivan Carswell on Jun 17, 2009 1:58:55 GMT -5
Talk to me of love with wonder in your eyes
of limber magics veiling through the air of supple
silks a-trailing in a vintage plume the bloom of
fragrance hallowed in your hair.
Talk to me of love in honeyed tones – whispered
words all words I heard in mother’s arms she
breathed into my inner ear and I will slide replete
into complete oblivion.
Talk to me of love in strident voice engender passion
in your choice of words and I will hear the loyal chant
of patriots who bought our nationhood as clear
as tears of pride still sting besotted eyes.
Talk to me of love concerns and helplessness
of gentle touch to reassure of warm caress
and I will rise in thankfulness I will be blessed
with strength beyond my meagre size.
Talk to me of love beyond enlightenment
proclaim it ne’er forgot so this content could not
mean less; what angered deed could break a bond
of happiness – promise that and I will cede.
Talk to me of love in infant arms of softened skin
unblemished of tiny sounds and newborn smells
that ring like bells inside your head – talk of love’s
contentedness of murmurs fed at pillowed breast
of aching cries of wry distress and I will drown in
frowns that stole my key to yawning solitude.
Talk to me of love in sombre mood of anguished
partings dread of loneliness in death of crying for
the loving dead of leaden pain expressed in ashen
voice of shaking hand that seeks my hand of faded
looks to reassess a gentle squeeze that seizes on this
subtle test that love remains and I will rest in peace.
Talk to me of love in all its guises talk to me of love
that billows flame talk to me of love with no horison
– love that simply is without a name...
© 2006, I.D. Carswell
of limber magics veiling through the air of supple
silks a-trailing in a vintage plume the bloom of
fragrance hallowed in your hair.
Talk to me of love in honeyed tones – whispered
words all words I heard in mother’s arms she
breathed into my inner ear and I will slide replete
into complete oblivion.
Talk to me of love in strident voice engender passion
in your choice of words and I will hear the loyal chant
of patriots who bought our nationhood as clear
as tears of pride still sting besotted eyes.
Talk to me of love concerns and helplessness
of gentle touch to reassure of warm caress
and I will rise in thankfulness I will be blessed
with strength beyond my meagre size.
Talk to me of love beyond enlightenment
proclaim it ne’er forgot so this content could not
mean less; what angered deed could break a bond
of happiness – promise that and I will cede.
Talk to me of love in infant arms of softened skin
unblemished of tiny sounds and newborn smells
that ring like bells inside your head – talk of love’s
contentedness of murmurs fed at pillowed breast
of aching cries of wry distress and I will drown in
frowns that stole my key to yawning solitude.
Talk to me of love in sombre mood of anguished
partings dread of loneliness in death of crying for
the loving dead of leaden pain expressed in ashen
voice of shaking hand that seeks my hand of faded
looks to reassess a gentle squeeze that seizes on this
subtle test that love remains and I will rest in peace.
Talk to me of love in all its guises talk to me of love
that billows flame talk to me of love with no horison
– love that simply is without a name...
© 2006, I.D. Carswell