Orgasm
A tremor through the silent night,
a whispered heat that climbs the spine—
the body’s map, a lit cascade,
where shadow bleeds to gold and time
unfurls like a rose in reverse,
petals peeling toward the sun.
The air grows thick with unspoken
languages—lush, primal, undone.
The horizon swells with gathered rain,
a moment suspended, stretched, then—
fractured light. A breath undone.
The earth remembers how to breathe,
spilling its seeds of heat and ache,
a thousand stars in a sigh, unsewn
from the loom of the dark.
Before, the quiet map of ordinary hours;
now, the body hums a hymn of dust and flame.
The pulse of tides, the throb of roots,
a rhythm older than a name.
The moon unspools its silver thread
through veins turned rivers, flooding home—
a wave that knows no shore, yet finds it,
a fire that burns without a form.
It lingers—not a thing, but a becoming—
the world remade in the language of trembling.
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Compelling piece Friendship.
Thank you, Katie
A universal explosion of energy unveiled and with it life and growth. Well imaged and nicely worded it unfurls its meaning to those that see. Most lovely
Sorenbarrett.I appreciate your visit and thorough reading of my poem. Most importantly, you have accurately captured its essence, and I am grateful for your insightful feedback. my friend
You are most welcome Friendship
An orgasm a day keeps the doctor away.
In saying that, it can also rush you down to the doctors as well.
But long may it continue, it keeps you young keeps you going.
Beautifully written, Friendship.
Thank you, Jerry. I appreciate you stopping by and reading my poem. and for your kind words.
Superb work.
Thank you so much, Thomas W Case
The power drain
Life force on the wane
The ancient sages
Knew the game
Who eats the fluids?
Ask a druid
Two sticks rubbing together
Can make some heat
But if their energy
Supply is deple-
-ted
How can they make fire's
Light?
Lovers in bygone nights
Knew volcanic eruptions
Lead to destructions
Reminds me of the film “Cocoon.”
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