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Still The Words
by Kate Demeree
Seasons change and life continues it's relentless charge forward
Why sit to write, placing endless scribbles on paper
It has all been said in one form or another before,
Far better by others
Who am I, what use my words?
Will it change anything one way or another for me to speak?
Better now for you to place your fingers gently on my lips
Still their trembling, faltering attempt at what our bodies
Speak more eloquently, more stirring than a symphony
That musical language we make effortlessly together
Ragged breaths torn from heaving chests counter tempo to peepers
Filling all the empty spaces, leaving tracks, traces of now and forever
Etched gracefully across our intertwined thighs
The highs and lows of our lives forgotten
As your body covers me imitation of
Evening dew settling across the earth
No wine ever tasted as sweet as you do
To my thirsty lips
Still the wordsÂ… love
05/06/2004 Posted on 05/06/2004
Copyright © 2024 Kate Demeree
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 05/06/04 at 06:05 PM Ain't love grand? Nice poem Katie....Charlie |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 05/06/04 at 07:02 PM some things beat words! Love's one of them. Kudos, Kate |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 05/07/04 at 01:44 AM Word is the language of intellectual center, that of personality.Love transmits wordless. |
| Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 05/07/04 at 10:18 PM To quote an old cliche....actions speak louder than words....and you've expressed it so well. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 05/08/04 at 02:40 AM Sweet indeed the union of two very much in love and committed in marriage to one another! Tender and romantic. |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 05/08/04 at 05:29 AM So nice to see something new from you Kate. However, I must disagree with the premise that nothing can come from the words one might speak, oral or written, even though you might think "all has been said." We may never know the impact that our words may have upon another being, and, if only one person can be reached and one heart touched by the sweet tenderness of something such as this which you have shared with us here, then the power of those words and feelings have not gone out in vain... and this is a beautiful, sweet and tender morsel that has been said in your own unique and special way! [;0)~ |
| Posted by JD Clay on 05/09/04 at 12:10 AM I love diving into a warm and tender love poem and this one makes a splendid splash. And that wet look seems quite fitting, Kate.
Pe4ce... |
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