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Without Love
by Kate DemereeI could touch you
Bring the throb of passion
To that empty hollow breast
I could make love to your body
Leave your heart in mothballs pressed
Use my body to sate your bodies need
Give to you my passion without heart
Accept your seed
Share with you
Hot wild imaginings
Doing all of the
forbidden things
Sing to you a sirens song
Burn the fire hot
Hard
Strong
With the rising sun
The need would be gone
You could then Travel on
Without Love 11/19/2003 Author's Note: Sometimes in today's society there is a tendency to go for a no strings relationship. That is something I have never gotten used to, and doubt I ever shall... Truth to tell I don't ever want to.
Posted on 11/19/2003
Copyright © 2025 Kate Demeree
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/19/03 at 07:44 PM Your poem rewrites the last word of the line in that song, "It's so easy, it's so easy to fall in love" to "...lust." Those strings... the thread of real love that attach us to our humanity. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 11/19/03 at 07:54 PM Your words always have such a magical feel to them. Great read. |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 11/21/03 at 09:43 PM The feeling of love imparts the real passion and this you say so evocatively well... [;0)~ |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/22/03 at 04:06 AM You picture today's TV image of relationships quite well. Unfortunately it is a reflection of too much of what is going on in our current culture. And we are paying dearly as a society. Striking! |
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