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by Maria Massarella

you irrupt into my
every sense

orchestrate me
like a god his universe

chaliced to your lips 
i sparkle and swirl

pour my self into you




Posted on 02/25/2008
Copyright © 2024 Maria Massarella

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 02/25/08 at 02:48 PM

...serious!, when we affiliate [in a loving way] we get lost in the other...as you've done w/ the fading last two words...delightful...peace, chaz

Posted by Alisa Js on 02/26/08 at 04:16 AM

Reading this one brings up long forgotten romantic memories I once knew.. thank you. .alisa ;-)

Posted by Kate Demeree on 02/26/08 at 11:37 AM

I love the fact that more than there is more than one way to read this, and that each one leaves me feeling warm, and beloved.... Thank You, for being you.... Moondancer

Posted by Charles J Hannan on 02/26/08 at 01:58 PM

Cosmic energy is such a strong force and you portray this well....let the moon dance on..

Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 02/26/08 at 03:10 PM

I am left breathless....beautifully captures love.

Posted by Ken Harnisch on 02/27/08 at 04:59 AM

Your immersion in emotions through words is unparalleled in this cosmos, Maria

Posted by JD Clay on 02/27/08 at 03:31 PM

This stellar verse is the elixir of life. I especially like your use of the word irrupt, opposed to erupt, to direct the burst or flow inward: internal. Its like a galactic thought, spiraling full circle, seeking its own balance.

Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 02/27/08 at 03:35 PM

Love this! MFS

Posted by Wendy Sparling on 02/28/08 at 08:29 PM

Exquisite love poetry as always, Maria.

Posted by Tony Whitaker on 02/28/08 at 11:33 PM

Ah Maria, I am moving to Basel in April. Maybe your playground in Europe will touch me as this poem does and excite me to write such magic. Absolutely beautful!!!

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/29/08 at 02:40 AM

Simply ... beautiful. You've coined a new word, irrupt. With your gifted pen you may have started its way to the dictionary!

Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 10/13/09 at 02:49 PM

Love the ending of this, especially the "sparkle and swirl" and then the "pour my self". This is very visual, a pre- sip celebratory special drink. A delicate and suggestive overtone, I think can be the play of "pour" on rhe work poor. Becuase many old troubador love songs end with a lament for the unreachable love... in this case the poet might imply 'poor myself..." indicating that yearning and also a great admiration for the love. Suck a beautfiful poet's heart you have, Maria.

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