Impossible to be myself...
I have to pretend
Nodding and wondering
This constant ‘what if’...
And what could I say
Where would I start
If only he knew
All this I keep in my heart…
There we are
Having coffee
You tell me so many things
And feel astounded
Why?
If you hardly know me
And I say
Because I am a good listener?
And while I do
I look at your hands
Which so well help communication
Go along
Oh
Those masculine hands
What I’d do with them
How far I’d let them go
What a waste…
You go on
For you see I am a good listener
And while I do
I am looking at your lips
That smile that comes
Now and then
And I see myself kissing you softly
All over your face
Then kissing your passion
In that mouth
Whose words…
Oh! (MG) your words!
Sorry…
What did you say?
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29 comments:
yeah...you are communicating loud and clear...smiles.
Dulce:
Love your photo,
Yes -- sometimes I wonder why we talk so much and not embrace more.
Beautiful thoughts, beautiful words, the endless dance of lovers, SIGH!
Joanny
i couldn't help smiling with the ending 'sorry..what did you say'
i love the pace and tone.
Amazing style...amazing flow...captivating way of delivering real deep...emotional message....Hmm...only a poet/poetess can achieve this....and you have!
I love the movement into different planes of reality--the dull conversation, his thinking, then the lust underlying the "listening"...
Fascinating, and beautifully rendered.
Bonjour tout le monde,
I'm astonished, really surprised for your hability playing with words, mixing your deep feelings and writing style. An incredible way to comunicate your emotions and to share them with your followers.
Believe me if I say that I'm quite proud, because apart to be a great teacher, you're also one of the best writers I've ever known last years. It's for me a pleasure to have the honour to meet you, and of course to have the privilege of enjoying your language knowledge.
Je t'embrasse bien fort!!
Hmmmmmm. Ummmmm..."What was it you said..."
My mind wanders now in the fourth quarter of life, as it did so consistently in the fourth grade.
So now (so what! you say?)
My wandering thoughts hover
Through all the hours of day
As those of one real lover
Of truth...not of frivolous
'Realities'--frequently nebulous.
--Steve E
Image of pretty girl. Is that YOU?
Not to mind, the disinterest is what shows. How many times am I talking too much...or worse--not listening to what is being 'talked'.
...And Dulce, leave it to YOU to be not listening, but mentally feeling hands, kissing the mouth, etc., etc., etc.
♥
Eres graciosa Dulce, se te paso la regla?
Gracias por tu visita a mi espacio, y en adelante procuraré seguirte a pesar del poquisimo tiempo que dispongo.
Besito cielo.
The yearning of this poem is beautiful. You articulate that desire we have for another, that passion and longing. True, we can become consumed by our deep emotions, reality can fade until only the face of our beloved remains. A sensual poem, Dulce.
'sorry..what did you say' hahaaa totally beautiful Dulce,love it..;)yes,we need to act our bodies language more then our tongues performances..:)
She entirely surrendered herself to a man she loves...How charming!
I love the vivid images that this poem conjures.
And thanks so much for your wonderful comments on my blog!!
Hope your Sunday is going super!
B :)
P.S. SO sorry, I wrote Your name by mistake on my page..I was referring to someone else.
I've already deleted your comment/e-mail.
Sorry for any inconvenience.
This is a wonderful piece also. I love the thought that there is a conversation going on inside one that is already going on. But the best part of it is that the language is one of love and infatuation and ever so sweet.
Ha sido un placer leerte. Nunca es imposible ser uno mismo, aunque puede tener un precio muy alto.
Un beso.
Sweetest Dulce, what I loved most about this piece was the fact that you showed the true human nature of who we are. Yes, sometimes we get distracted by our own thoughts, though the thoughts here were more distracted by the fantasies about the distraction himself. ;-) And oh! imagine what to do with those hands! If that isn't the ultimate fantasy!!! Always a pleasure to read these delightful and subtly naughty love poems you write, Dulce.
Love and hugs,
Nevine
I just noticed the photo on the sidebar... right above your avatar. Is that you? You are beautiful. ;-)
Nevine
left me speechless! where have you been?
thanks for sharing- it was an experience in time
Ah!! This is amazingly nice :) Wow... how much can we women dream about during a conversation... and get so lost within a dream of possibilities.
:) Sweet
oh, my dear! and how many times have i had the same exact mental dialogue/conversation with "him" - feeling and wanting and not hearing those verbal utterances when his sideways glances and his hands said all without a word - beautifully done, lady!
Hahaha. This poem is so sweet. :-) It happens to me too.
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Wonderful! I love it and it just captures those moments when thoughts go in their own direction.
It made me smile - mucho.
that last line...awesome....make me smile too.
cute - that ending had me giggling :)
Nicely done, primita! I love the part about the masculine hands and how far they'd go. Ha!
The ending was cute and funny...just chévere! :)
So much to relate to in this beautiful poem. Victoria
Dearest Dulce,
Another verse that is phenomenal and so well written. I love it as I do everything I read that is written by you. Applause until my hands are sore!!
Love it.
More kissing less talking I say :)
Nice to see it's not always the man who's not listening. LOL!
Oh!
I must admit I am amazed by all these so sweet comments!
I must thank you for taking the time to read and leave such beautiful remarks...
Lots of love to YOU all!
xoxo
;)
Dulce
Your mind was on other planes...I hope he caught up with you :)
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