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Cabin In The Sky
by Philip F De Pinto
Love of my life
And all previous lives
Speaking plain
The blood of all your yesterdays
Yet courses in my veins
As will the morrow’s
And I find my heart palpitating
Para-sailing over a lake
Whose smallwood face is made frenetic with my skimming
The stone which is reflection
And above the vibrato of it all
I miss your more than you know
But where does reflection skim from here
Given you've pulled up stakes
And are seeming not to care;
Thus must reflection court - embrace - make love to air
Which raises no objection to the rapier
Whittling in such - a face and nape
And neck and shoulders and arms and hands
And breasts and abdomen and belly
And hips and legs and feet lovely and essential as yours
And yes - my long knife longing and soaring
And brushing and honing against the ether
And dipping and gouging in the lower portion
A vagina plumb and winged and purring
And sweet and purloined and fixating as yours
For soul beat to make retreat
O'er which when all else fails
My heart skims - parasails a lake
Titicaca deep
Whose water is made holy
With your butterfly strokes
And blue with my weeping
07/28/2013 Posted on 07/28/2013
Copyright © 2026 Philip F De Pinto
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 07/28/13 at 03:29 PM Philip, this is exquisite and achingly sad. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/28/13 at 04:13 PM Well, just masterful with longing. I adore the rapier whittling and making love, the depth reference to Titicaca and those last three lines. Thanks very much for this. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/28/13 at 06:50 PM Love the Shakespearean feel of this piece...expression of love, Phil. Superb! |
| Posted by Elizabeth Shaw on 07/29/13 at 09:50 AM The originality in the contours of your cabin in sky is breathtaking. Bravo to your whittling dearest Philip, and to your love which inspired thus |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 07/29/13 at 11:35 AM Wonderful Philip and may you find her again some day and be happy ever after. |
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