Solitaire
Sometime, although one should notperhaps admit it, I crave the oneness
of me and my inbuilt solitary nature.
Love can indeed be so encompassing
and the intimacy so overwhelming,
that I shy away and crave barreness.
There are my moments and his moments,
each bringing a wholeness, an awareness
that despite, grown together, we are apart.
Perhaps it is the beast that resides inside,
here, in the place they say my heart beats
and I feel it most deafeningly, it pounds.
Such are the indications of living and breathing,
I yearn at times for the ambience of just me,
these are the times, I refresh and renew.
I satisfy the lust of me and when closeness
draws me to him, I can revel in the joyousness
and afterwards, lie replete, fully satisfied.
Poetry by Elle

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Written on 2008-09-17 at 08:50




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