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Homecoming

by Teri T Lahmon

Having lain in the arms
and known the heart of a goddess
how can one return
to partake of the love of mortals?
The world seems dim
the colours paltry
The sun does not rise and set
with the fervour we once knew.
The spring nights
work their strange magic on my flesh
breezes dance through my window
dally about my ears
worm their way into my brain.
In my meditation
I hear your voice like chocolate velvet
goosebumps rise on my thighs
remembering the kiss of your caress
and how the universe unfolded at your fingertips.
When I asked for One
You instead gave Infinity
And when I asked how long your love was mine
you answered,
"My heart will beat for you til
the last star dies
and my burning heart will be the beacon
to which your soul returns
finding its way home
After an Eternity."

04/28/2004

Author's Note: On occassion my entire consciousness will have a concentrated burst of thought. Sometimes it's in my voice and sometimes it's like someone transmitted something into my brain. It happened to me twice in the past 24 hours. Once as I was drifting off to sleep last night and once as my first waking thought this morning. These two times it was in my voice, it felt to me like I was having a memory of saying something to someone else, but thus far I've never said these things. As I was drifting to sleep I heard "When you ask me for One, I instead return the Infinite" and this morning my first waking thought was "My heart will burn for you til the last star dies and my burning heart makes a beacon to which your soul returns finding its way home after an eternity" ~smiling~ I felt like thoughts that melodramatic and sappy needed to be put in poetry. I didn't directly quote them but ~shrug~ there they are. It may be revised after a couple days.

Posted on 04/29/2004
Copyright © 2022 Teri T Lahmon

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 04/29/04 at 04:22 AM

simply beautiful, then after reading your notes I thought simply amazing......

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 05/03/04 at 03:59 PM

Very good poem Teri. I have poems pop into my head now and then. I call them popcorn...Charlie

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/25/09 at 05:41 PM

Congrats on a very moving POTD!

Posted by Maude Curtis on 01/25/09 at 09:12 PM

Beautiful poem, Teri. It's like you visited my dreams and wrote them down. Thank you

Posted by Tim J Bono on 01/25/09 at 11:49 PM

"how the universe unfolded at your fingertips" wonderful wonderful work Teri. Capturing the profundity of love in a poem is a staggering task at best but you shine with this one. (And way to represent ATL - my home town! ;) )

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