posted April 19, 2006 02:02 PM         

~Rod McKuen


Which God while going by us
Saw the innocence of your
sweet face and said
That man over there needs,
indeed deserves,
the firmness and the pleasure of
that young woman's legs. Then
having done so made it happen.
Surely heaven was not
built on less than this.

And when
gods gather for their feast days do
they point and say, Ah look
her thighs are trembling
the way some swelling rivers do,
when finding new soft stones
they can roll over and caress. The
way we knew she would.

I rise above you,
look at you, admire the handiwork
of what went into you. Your neck
is slightly tilted so your eyes are
downcast.

When our lips part and we accept
long kisses punctuated by the need
for hands to do the work of artists
at their easels, does some angel
shadow guide me to and through
you; having schooled himself in
love so wonderful and lawless
that other angels whine and suffer
oblivious to those they have been
sent to guard against or guard?

Such goings on.

Some armies out of heaven must
be here, unseen but here, or why
would we be showing off our
rolling in and out of one another
in appreciation of the circumstance.

Your breasts are like some lovely
resting place - accepting kiss, caress
in turn. I slip into you slow as dreams
slip in and out of restless nights. As if
loves engine had a fever but was
calm and patient even in the face
of expiration, desolation.

My hands are brushing lightly now
along your forehead, thumbs
resting for a moment on your eyes,
then slowly moving over them. They
open and you smile. I cover your lips
with one hand. You begin to take each
finger in your mouth. The tips at first
now two at once.

It is such
a welcome place. Your cheeks
expanding, warm, and so electric
as to send a charge through both
my arms that lock behind your
thighs and pull you to me. Your
hair all tangled,
beautiful, spread out on the sheets
like lightly woven lace.
You are nestled in so close, head
buried up against my thighs,
that you cannot see how my face
dives from mere delight to joy.
Splashes in the moment.
I twist your head, bend over, down
as 'round and 'round the world
goes until it's spinning off its axes.

I run my tongue along
great mouthfuls of your hair.
You deities observing is this not
The alpha and omega and what
is in-between?

I'm over you and under you and
over you again.

If this is not the highest
Homeward Heaven then what
are heavens for, except perhaps
to dream about and frighten those
who think the pulpit / pew is
the only key that unlocks peace
and praise; august April mornings
and dreamed about May days.

I cannot wait. Surely I will die, burst,
be taken from this place forever. Your
nipples soft then growing, taste like
salt from holy seas. I am on and in
your mouth again.
I suck great kisses from your mouth
and plant them on your belly
and your breasts.
Now easy on your side, your head
at rest against my neck and shoulder,
you move my knee from off your
hip. Your hand comes down and
starts to guide me. Tender as the
day is, so is love. Easy as the night
is, so is, so is love.

I grow within this necessary place.
The fullness of us so complete
I nearly cry aloud. Suddenly the sky
falls down around us.

posted April 20, 2006 10:15 AM         

A rare kind of man see's lovemaking this intensely. This sacred. This wholly/holy.
Primal, yes, as nature in it's acceptance of our freedom to be the wild hearts and earthly sensual beings it only hopes for us to be. Wilderness' children. Free and entirely embraceful of Life for all its gifts and potential bliss.

Rod McKuen, bless thee.

posted April 22, 2006 04:18 AM         

"Advice doesn't help Lovers!
They're not the kind of mountain stream
you can build a dam across."

- Rumi

posted May 15, 2006 10:25 PM         

So I'll share my favorite quote about love... and I'm really suprised no one else has posted this:

"There is but one true test of love... love lasts."
-- Linda Goodman

Here's another one I like a lot:

"Every act of love should be cause for joy in every creature who witnesses it."
--Paul Williams

posted May 16, 2006 12:03 AM         

Very nice, paras.

on that note...

On Love's battlefield
of Will and Blood
Eros' poetic harp
reaps no conquering
fate to the senses

Time and Gravity
Incline
Favors and focus
of mind
Leaving cherub-hearts
straining to hear
the echoing melodic harp's
haunting near

Always in the next lover's eyes~
the faint, mysterious
stranger's breath
the Will constructs
its distinguishing cages

While beauty ever plays
its obscure song
for Sable Stars
Unlit, shining so demurely
through the ages.

posted May 16, 2006 09:36 AM         

being in love is
spending time with your best friend/s whom trust and know the real you and don't discriminate
getting along with you're family even though you have conflicting interests
being as willing to let go of your lover as you are to hold them
careing and loving yourself by taking care of your emotions and your physical body
dancing through life and enjoying all of it's ups and downs together, nothing is ever truly alone, there is only energy, energy in motion, whats the most powerful emotion?

posted May 16, 2006 10:42 AM         

* * * * * * * * * * * *

"So dear I love him,
that with him all
deaths
I could endure,
without him live
no life"

posted May 16, 2006 01:30 PM         

I met Ferdinand de Saussure
On a night like this
On love he said
"I'm not so sure
I even know what it is
No understanding
No closure
It is a nemesis
You can't use a bulldozer
To study orchids"

He said...
So we don't know anything
You don't know anything
I don't know anything
about love
But we are nothing
You are nothing
I am nothing
Without love

I'm just a great composer
And not a violent man
But I lost my composure
And I shot Ferdinand
Crying "it's well and kosher
to say you don't understand
but this is for Holland-Dozier-Holland"

His last words were
We don't know anything [etc]

His fading words were
We don't know anything [etc]

posted May 17, 2006 12:05 AM         

"Love breeds all this doubt and sadness, by its nature, and passion, yet also brings overwhelming joy. How can you not believe in something so all encompassing?"
-- Pixelpixie

posted May 17, 2006 02:17 AM         

True love never lives happily ever after - true love has no ending.

posted May 17, 2006 10:57 AM         

You quoted me!!!!

*swoons*

posted May 17, 2006 10:14 PM         

I hadn't thought of little Bongo in ages, thanks for reminding me.

posted May 18, 2006 04:42 AM         

"To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else's heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell". ~ T.G.S.R

"Woman was created from the rib of man: Not from his head to be thought of only, nor from his hand to be owned, nor from his foot to be beneath, but from under his arm to be protected, from his side to be equal, and from his heart to be loved..". ~ Author Unknown

I hold it true, whate'er befall
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
- Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken.
- William Shakespeare

posted June 19, 2006 03:57 AM         

I hadnt checked this thread in a while.
Those quotes are great!
Thank you.

I wasnt familiar with Neil Gaiman's work,
but I saw "Mirror Mask" a couple months ago
and it made a solid impression on me.

Who is "T.G.S.R."?

take care
hsc

------------------
"Your faces are beautiful,
but they are wooden masks.

You had better run from me.
My words are fire.

posted June 19, 2006 05:52 PM         

I like that.

posted June 19, 2006 06:48 PM         

My dreamgirl don't exist
Just you and I and this TV
And this illness seems to feel so strange
Like a henchmen that's about to hang
The moon up like a ball and chain
And set his hands ablaze.

And the wait is waiting up
To build a world so real and strong

My dreamgirl don't exist
She's just a photograph in a history book
And I believe she had a voice and name
Three children on the coast of Maine
Her life was in a hurricane
Of love and real embrace.

My dreamgirl don't exist
And at the age of five she slit her wrists
She didn't know that I'd be hanging around.
So one day she took a stroll to town
And walked in front of a Greyhound
Bound for New York Central State…

And the wait is waiting up
To build a world so real and strong.

She goes...
and now she knows she'll never be afraid.

posted June 20, 2006 09:04 AM         

When we laugh or we cry it's together
Through the rain and the stormiest weather
We gon still be as one it's forever, it's forever

It’s so cute.

And of course my all time favourite

posted June 20, 2006 11:02 AM         

------------------
"When the odds are against you, keep calm and cheat."

If a tree falls in the forest and there is no one around and it kills a mime, does anyone care?
-Terry Pratchett

posted June 20, 2006 02:46 PM         

-Kahlil Gibran