Sunday, August 10, 2008

Heat

You feel like Dante's innermost circles have risen around me
shown themselves to be playgrounds and creatively wacky theme parks,
pogo sticks on trampolines

You give me vertigo and soothe that fear with targeted foot rubs
slow my heart rate to a post sauna tingle, when the skin is crystal clean,
and satin smooth

It's a bizarro anticipation for what has already been, because spinning
old is new again, same old conversations make us sweat again, solitude scary
as birth again

Same sense of separation, don't fear; though fear is natural as conflict
In death, chaos, and survival know that you are adored, treasured, wanted
because

You feel like Satan's fall was never intended, that it never mattered
just a joy-ride, a bare bones pleasure cruise, under low hanging candy
and whipped cream

where there is no entertainment but what we create together
This is how you feel when I remember you here, when my mind is ready
and my body can be put at ease.

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Comments:
De Debbil, but fallen, talking to Ivan Karamazov out of Dostoevsky.

Some misquotes:
"Look, I'm a reasonable bloke.
When God's armies first appeared, I applauded.
I didn' mind being put down.
Nowadays I live quiet and bourgeois. You like me, don't you?"
 
Such fantastic images in this one. I particularly like the pogo sticks on trampolines.
 
Ben in reading this numerous times i was caught in the vortex the words sent swirling. I had to just let it take me where it would, and when I got there I realized it was one lucky person to be loved like this.
 
When you read this post it seems as if the words came with ease. That is what a good writer aims for. An easy and relaxing read for the reader. A painstaking and difficult process for the writer.
 
"You feel like Satan's fall was never intended, that it never mattered
just a joy-ride, a bare bones pleasure cruise, under low hanging candy
and whipped cream"


Thats one way of looking at the image of the fallen angel :)

Agree with princess pointful, amazing images in this poem benjibopper.

kudos
 
Ivan: though i never could get into Dostoevsky, I appreciate his sympady fer de debbil. He may have been the first, but Rushie took the beast to new heights. And Daniel Quinn finally stood up for the antichrist.

PP: thank you muchly. it's because I only drink dark roast coffee.

TWM: excellent. that's most definitely the effect I was going for. but in reality, it's two lucky people to be loved like this by each other. I know you know about that.

Monique: wow, thanks. in fact this one I struggled with, edited numerous times, which is unlike me. Glad it was worth the effort.

CD: thank you kindly. no surprise i have a skewed perspective. love is blind after all.
 
I liked the way that your pretty words danced around in my head.
 
I love all the crazy visuals. I've seen chickens and bikes on trampolines but not a pogo stick.
 
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