by Unknown
May 2010 578 Views 8 comments
In The Bedroom
In the bedroom, we find our truth...
The grasping, the clutching, the holding on...
The hunger, yearning in the soul, to be at one...
In the bedroom, we flow with the rhythms of the stars...
In the bedroom, alone together, the cosmos awakens within us...
The distance collapses, folds and bends, until we are alone no more...
Here, we are all things, one thing, eternity carressed in a moment...
In the bedroom, we are all the lovers that were and all the lovers that ever will be...
In the bedroom, we submit to an urge as old as the universe itself...
In the bedroom, we become living souls...
The grasping, the clutching, the holding on...
The hunger, yearning in the soul, to be at one...
In the bedroom, we flow with the rhythms of the stars...
In the bedroom, alone together, the cosmos awakens within us...
The distance collapses, folds and bends, until we are alone no more...
Here, we are all things, one thing, eternity carressed in a moment...
In the bedroom, we are all the lovers that were and all the lovers that ever will be...
In the bedroom, we submit to an urge as old as the universe itself...
In the bedroom, we become living souls...
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Posted: May 2010
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This is about my ideal of love. Next time, it is this or it is nothing. :-)Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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Comments (8)
innear my fridge. Maybe I can just clean it out while I am thereI believe this state can be achieved without a God
Wishing well
The bedroom...the difference between friend and lover. Intimacy in all its forms involves vulnerability and trust as we expose our true selves in a desire to to be at one.... Thank you for sharing.