There is the rising
fierce, intense
inciting first my sight
and then pursuit
and then release—
no sense denying
what is true.
But there is something else—
in all that goes before
and during and what's after—
a forgetting, a relief—
a blessed reprieve—
from the burden of myself
while lost in you.
Stunning in its truthfulness and its passion. I truly think this is one of your best. It takes my breath away and I keep rereading it.10++++++++++ and onto my fav list.
Susan, not for the first time (oy!) I thought I was replying to your comment but put it in the comment box. So, if you haven’t already seen it, this reply directs you to it. Again, thanks! -Glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, Susan! Thank you for your strong affirmation of this poem. Honesty was definitely something I was aiming for. So much is part of what we call love, and this is an attempt to identify two of its elements. Hoping this finds you well, productive in your writing, and stress-free (or as stress-free as possible) , Glen