posted February 02, 2017 09:47 AM            

At week's end
we draw our shades
dim the lights
and just quietly listen
openly respectively
like it's new
after a hundred moons,
the timber and earth
still grow under
our feet

Loam sinking in
and love brimming
among tactical sensation
connectives -meet dotting
sun, moon, venusian
cores blend heat
melded with ease,
effortless as rhythm.

posted February 03, 2017 09:47 PM            

Hi Ayelet!

posted February 04, 2017 05:55 PM            

I was going to make a more "earthy" kind of comment, then backed out of it the other night, in order to spend more time thinking of how I associated your words, with my experience-bank, which I hope finds common-ground with people who have themselves had these experiences. If not, then, perhaps there is an opportunity to live vicariously through my own.

I feel like "50-shades of earthy" saying this. Reminded me of 'coupling'.

The language is very earthy-sensual... relating to the richness of the senses.

Loam, is a Wonderful word to me. It's an aromatic and sensual experience (if you've ever done Gardening work, and 'felt' the wholistic RICHNESS, scooping one's hands and bare arms under the soil, tilling and raking them through a mound of good soil).

Also, loam (for me) conjures images of the underneath of large squares of cultured grass-lawn, that once pulled and ripped out from the ground, can be turned and examined.

You can visually dissect, examining and appreciating all the connectivity, of the finer and greater parts of the root-systems-- each intertwine and weaved in place, holding all the grasses Together, as One entire piece of distinct parts.

Of course, there is the reference to synastry in astrology charts... Sun, Moon, VENUS planet of Love and the more sensual bodily Delights. ... These also work in harmony, Creating a Magical Cosmic Carpet....

Cosmos is Our Space-Lawn, our own living moving breathing always-evolving Relationship Astro-Turf! Tended patiently with Caring, occasional weeding, and Love.

So... I loved all the gardening and earth-type textures and references...

The rhythm of the last 5 lines began to be more direct, more pounded, coming one after other, like thrusting.... The beat pound two bodies... as involved in act of sexual union... the bodies beat, with heat, and their Hearts beat Together.

The two, although separate, entwined as ONE.

I've often left this song here at LL.
I Love the passion, the breadth, the sense of stirring lifting and setting-free of the Soul, found in the music of Leonard Bernstein...

posted February 08, 2017 02:26 PM            

At week's end
we draw our shades
dim the lights
and just quietly listen
openly respectively
like it's new
after a hundred moons,
the timber and earth
still grow under
our feet

Sooo romantic! ....