Today and yesterday

sorenbarrett

We used to dance together, today we dance apart
In the past we surrendered to a partner's lead, today each paints their own art
Once holding one another, in each other's arms we touched heart to heart
Now not even a friendly hand do dancers to each other impart

 

The music once soft, called for an embrace
Whispers heard so close, lips touching face to face 
Now others between us, in a one night stand so much space
Attempts to take your hand seen as old fashioned disgrace

 

Solitary orgasm a dance of masturbation
No longer a romance, sex without a conversation
Today such distance between us, loud music deafens my ear
Might as well be dancing with another, me you will never touch or hear

 

A crowded darkness between us, strobe light in your eyes
Nothing left to discuss, on the dance floor romance dies

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  • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

    nice touch with the dance floor my friend enjoyed read

  • soheil khodaparasti

    A poignant critique of the fragility and changing nature of intimacy and human connection—not only in modern relationships, but perhaps in relationships throughout history. It reminded me of a sentence often attributed to Honore de Balzac: “Love is the dawn of marriage, and marriage the sunset of love.”

    • sorenbarrett

      Thank you my friend you are well read and so for some it seems true while for others love builds year by year even if passion dies.

      • soheil khodaparasti

        You are welcome.
        You are right—love can take different forms, and those whose love grows stronger with each passing year are truly lucky. Without a doubt, love that deepens with time is something special.

      • Paul Bell

        The balloons and the glitter in the beginning, life is rosey.
        Sadly, life does what it does, the love turns to indifference, and intimacy is a tired look.
        Better off with a dog, cheaper too.

        • sorenbarrett

          Thanks Paul male or female we are all the same self centered, pretentious, greedy and arrogant feeling entitled and a bit pugnacious when threatened with a mirror. I appreciate your support and encouragement my friend

        • Demar Desu

          This is a sad one…

          • sorenbarrett

            Thanks Demar I do deeply appreciate your review and comment my friend. One may dance with oneself, the wind or a lover how they end is up to the dance.

            • Demar Desu

              Wow… and just as a elder should… you let me see the happiness in this poem as well… thank you

              • sorenbarrett

                And you saw it very wise of you

              • Syd

                Love is such a strange dance that can easily grow cold. Nicely written Sorenbarret.

                - Syd 🍄

                • sorenbarrett

                  Thanks Syd your words of interpretation are deeply appreciated and valued

                • arqios

                  A moving poem that traces the shift form intimacy to estrangement. 🕊️🙏🏻

                  • sorenbarrett

                    Thanks my friend your words are always most appreciated

                  • Tristan Robert Lange

                    Soren, this one really lands. There’s a sadness here about how closeness can disappear even when people are still technically sharing the same space. Strong piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

                    • sorenbarrett

                      Thank you so much my friend for your review and support it is always deeply appreciated

                    • hzugman

                      So sad. Hinting at what could have been. Nice poem!

                      • sorenbarrett

                        Thank you my friend I remember how dancing used to be holding onto each other talking to each other but in my life time it has changed. My wife and I took ballroom dancing for quite some time and I enjoyed the intimacy of holding another person leading and feeling their follow.

                      • orchidee

                        Good write SB. You've guessed the tile of my next poem: 'Tomorrow!' lol.

                        • sorenbarrett

                          Thanks my friend I appreciate it. I'll bet the one after that is day after tomorrow.

                        • mylastwrites

                          Sometimes loves dance doesn't last forever. It falters like we do as humans. Very enjoyable poem. Thank you for sharing this fine piece.

                          • sorenbarrett

                            You are very kind your read and comment are most appreciated

                          • Kevin Hulme

                            Apparently Dancers started to separate when 'The Twist' came about.
                            I love the Old Movies with people like Cary Grant or William Holden dancing with some Babe.
                            How it used to be. Before this Modern Nonsense. A fine Poem.



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