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After the Ecstasy

by Glenn Currier

How can I endure
this daily exile
from the rich tropics
of Your heart,
from the teaming life
on the seabed of Your soul?

How is it that I can avoid
touching Your body
after our ecstatic union?

Life is not an orgasm
but a beach
of exquisite longings
hidden between my footfalls
where warm sands
caress my feet
squeeze beetween the toes
on the leading edges
of my days.

09/26/2007

Posted on 09/26/2007
Copyright © 2019 Glenn Currier

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 09/26/07 at 04:27 PM

whew! love this, and know exactly how you feel...one interesting thing is that the "ecstatc union" that has happened is not specified as physical (could have been but not necessarily)--although the desire to "touch" most definitely is. Such is the nature of our poetic, sensual beings. Luscious. (In my favorites.) I do love the excess of this... it is almost too much...but yes, and it so mirrors the subject and the feeling!

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/26/07 at 06:39 PM

Wonderful way of expressing "it" Glenn. ;o)

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/27/07 at 01:40 PM

Eloquent, exquisite, excellent writing!

Posted by Brian Francis on 10/08/07 at 05:21 PM

Very nicely said. Good work I like your voice in this peice --bf.

Posted by Peggie Eng on 11/15/09 at 06:12 AM

Ahhhh.. I loved this ..

Posted by Bertram Sparagmos on 05/11/13 at 01:28 AM

Does the longing make the realization and actualization more complete? Does the water become cooler the longer we walk on the sand? Meh.

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