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Phantasm
by David R Spellman
Where does one separate
dream from fantasy?
I fantasized of tracing words
across your breasts, written then
gobbled up by whispering them
so softly that they lingered, dripping
there from the tip of my tongue;
washing them down with cool
sparkling splashes of champagne
poured upon those pert towers,
running in rivulets and slowly
flowing into the perfect chalice
of your navel; taking a long draught
I emptied that wondrous pool.
I dreamt you were standing there at
the doorstep of my fantasy, waiting
for an invitation to be laid upon
the table of my ebullient desire.
Were your hands bound or did
they come suddenly unchained,
free to delve deeply into my flesh,
prying the heart of me into you
until we reached the pinnacle
of our rapture, so quickly ready
to climb again, slowly rushing
to new paroxysms of delight.
Was my fantasy all so unreal
leading to creation of the dream
or my dream too far out of sight
causing fantasy to come to life?
Will both just simply fade leaving
me empty, lonesome nights?
09/25/2004 Posted on 09/26/2004
Copyright © 2024 David R Spellman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Christina Bruno on 09/27/04 at 04:03 PM excellent interpretation of your desire, very hot lol |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/28/04 at 11:53 AM Indeed sensual, passionate, and so dreamlike! |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 09/28/04 at 05:41 PM Hooooooo! *Mara wipes forehead* Can't think of any other superlative than those that have been mentioned. It does have a smooth, dream-like quality to it, which adds to the sensuality. And the last verse adds a poignancy so many of us can relate to. Awesome poem, David. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/29/04 at 12:40 AM Luscious little verse that dwells in that precarious world between dream and real. Great read. |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 09/29/04 at 01:07 AM 'Where does one separate
dream from fantasy?'Yes, we keep on jumping from one to the other.And when we really walk out a dream, we are not sure if we are walking into a fantasy ( a dream inside the dream) or is it a dream inside the inside of a dream. This sounds more real than the depiction of so called realities.
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| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 09/29/04 at 01:07 AM 'Where does one separate
dream from fantasy?'Yes, we keep on jumping from one to the other.And when we really walk out a dream, we are not sure if we are walking into a fantasy ( a dream inside the dream) or is it a dream inside the inside of a dream. This sounds more real than the depiction of so called realities.
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| Posted by JD Clay on 09/29/04 at 03:25 PM As long as the mind is this active, fantasy will continue in epic form. This one a tempting delicacy, cheers Dave...pe4ce |
| Posted by Gabrielle L Gervais on 10/13/04 at 04:48 PM ok,im not sure if i should even venture to say anything... but all relations aside, this piece is wonderful. exquisitly beautiful UD. |
| Posted by S. Pelham Flood on 01/21/05 at 04:56 PM Your tone is this poem is magnificent...very Sharon Olds like...a little awkward to read due to lack of punctuation and lots of enjambent. And I feel that the last stanza is inadequate in imagery and tone compared with the rest of the poem...you could just end at the end of the 3rd stanza, dropping the last altogether. I'm enjoying your library... |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 02/23/05 at 12:59 AM succulent and breathy... then a slight chill at the end, a mourning for the specter that appears not to be of the flesh... excellent read... blessings... |
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