Come and love in your spare time
I do not need you always mine
I do not need you broad or deep
I do not need you in your sleep
A moments grace amidst the beat
Of the mingling of our meat
A single moment touching soul;
Let that be sufficient goal.
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Love this little ode... very touching.
Sad. Like a sad, pathetic hope for at least a little of her time. Wrenching. Or am I reading it wrong? Maybe he's getting tired of her and only wants a little togetherness?
Yes. I write about feelings. They are often inchoate largely, ambiguous, multi faceted.
I grasp the essence if the feeling and find words to express it ideally.
There is that pathetic longing sny too that boredom. There's also a general desire for intimacy not specific to any one object.
Too there is the shared joy in the children who are "the mingling of our meat" literally. So a totally non sexual meaning is there too.
I don't hide from anything. I see what is latently pathetic in the complexity of things I feel.
Thanks for your thoughts.
Thank you for explaining. You write so well and I wanted to make sure I was reading it in the context it was meant.
very nice
Very emotive write, that glimpse to being touched is so moving.
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