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May 23, 2005
The lonely hunter
Heart is, in all it seeks, the intamacy it needs, togetherness of the sort, where bodies break in desire of a soul, for we live so lonely within us, as the kid in us watches trough the windows of our eyes, and yearns for a meeting, for closeness. Pitty the man who seeks love and all he recieves is passion, for passion as delicious as it is , fleets in the same rush that it comes, leaving only ashes, of desires burned, and we need more,much more.
All of us have been trough it, the first love, the first kiss, long hours of waiting as all we can see is the telephone, and all we wait for is the ring, Long hours of talking on the phone, at fever pitch, telling, listening, while the blood rushes faster trouhg our heads and limbs,remember, " you hang up first", " no you hang up"," I am hanging up, I love you"," you are still there, hang up".
And the first kiss, as precious as any memory, long staying within us, the first pull of the beloved's lips, the taste of her mouth, the texture of her tounge, and all the electric bolts that run within us in a wooch, turning on the lights and the bells, the chimes, and the sweet nectar that sips inside, stronger than narcotics, and the hight we reach, floating within our skin, within the air, how the colors come to view, crisp and vivid, and the birds sing their sweetest songs, the melodies, the rays of the sun, the warmth of life, all transfererd and transformed within you in love.
Every men remembers the first bra they saw, the first time, and the heaving flesh of her bosoms tearing through the cloth. Breasts, one of God's most beautiful creations, supple as it is, standing there in full attention and how beautifully it becomes whole around a nipple,
the lenght of her neck, behind her ears, the soft skin, the lines of her belly coming to the circle of a navel, so beautifully depicted, drawn, the exploration, as your eyes can not believe the beauty it sees, and the need to touch, to smell, to feel to complete and satisfy the thirst of your senses. And the first time you are inside a woman, as she quivers beneath you, all wanting, all submission, acceptance, charity, and love as you look within her eyes, and again complete the circle with a kiss.
God in his wisdom new how far to bound us, how to join us, for we get to taste the forbidden fruit and we get to ask for more, and this wanting becomes the legacy of our survival, our existance. battles would be fought for it, men will be killed, palaces would be burned, and a dynasty of humen get to reign the face of the earth and dream of other planets. It brings power, thirst, it succumbs to none untill it's recieved what it desires, and yet it gets broken, the mighty heart, the lonely hunter.
And yet it is the memory of it that brings us back, wounded, damaged but still yearning for it, as Gallway Kinnel, says in his poem, WAIT, it is the memory of a lost love that brings us to the new one, for we know the wanting, we have tasted the potion, and we need it. So you see Heart has to be a lonely hunter to seek, and recieve what it yearns, the whole history of men has depended on it.
Posted by Idinraha at May 23, 2005 02:55 PM