(!) ~ Pleasure ~ Poem by Alice Cuenca

(!) ~ Pleasure ~

Rating: 5.0



Pink nipples and
Cow's milk on my table
On my bed
Your pink nakedness
Spread
Dipped
In the grassy coolness
Beneath a gray, open space

***

I touch your pubic softness
With my jitters
I breathe in the smell
Of your earth
I exhale caress
Like my tongue
Dripping words
In your ears

***

I lay back
My legs spread
Towards the moon

***

It is the night of my life
And shall long for you always
I am burdened
But your weight
Shall smash me into
Meteors of my galaxy

***

And I shall be light
Piercing into your darkness
The darkness
That I now so loved

***

I am still
I can quiver
To this night of loving
And I must stop
To this undying
It is this
When our bodies
When our two bodies fit
Into the hollowness
Of our solitude

***

I shall have a soul shaped
Into hands
Putting a red rose
Between your lips
And giving it longer life
I dampen it with
My truths
The painful dryness
Shall be lost in the wells
And the rivers that won't dry

***

My hands shall map
The secrets paths of your body
Your lines shall melt me
Your touch
Shall cause the rapture
Of my stillness
To an endless space
Of our universe

***

I ask how
The cruelties of this earth
shall conceal the sweet contours

***

Of this pleasure
A small world of the
Damp, wet, and gray,
Of the heat, the dripping and
The force and softness
Entwined in the oneness of
Irony and even disbelief
That I that I can make
This world
Through closed space
Yet bursting into
An infinite openness
QUIVERS
Savor, savor, savor the pleasures
Of my small world
Unshared by the multitude
The crowd unthinking
As it is only you
I care
I worship

***

I kept inside
Unshared by all
My little pleasure
yet encompassing my whole universe

***

Unfathom, unscaled,
But now totally known
By me
By you alone

***

And words
Find no space
To justify their existence,

***
Ahhhhhhhh, -

a poem by Ric Bastasa

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lee Crowell 06 July 2009

this is my kind of poetry, beautiful but candid and with no punches pulled thanks for sharing this Kandis, and/or whoever wrote this

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datu patula 24 February 2009

... the use of our intelligence quite properly gives us pleasure. In this respect the brain is like a muscle. When we think well, we feel good. Understanding is a kind of ecstasy.

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Carl Harris 22 February 2009

Despite the intimate sensuousness of this fascinating poem, Candice, it is also very well written and expressed. In fact, it is a brilliant poetic effort to express what for many is an impossible task. It is indeed a long poem, but never does it lose the reader's interest. Your outstanding and evocative imagery in this wonderful poem is quite exceptional and beautifully done. Carl.

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Sadiqullah Khan 14 February 2009

Unending pleasure, tastefully sensuous....................

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