Primal Forces Nov 28th, 2009
You touch chords deep inside me
making me sore
and achingly awake
Unintended touchings
no self-design
Yet you stir me
Invoking the deepest responses
Primal Forces
I run to the cave mouth
Beating my chest
Grabbing sticks
As you draw children closer to the fire
I hold my sides
Trying to breath
As we laugh over and over
I look deep into your eyes
Lost
in your smile, overwhelmed by your heart
I hold you in my arms
Burning
On fire from your kisses
Stroking your skin in rhythm
that builds our energies to fierceness
Dying to fall into you and you to me
Primal Forces
You strike every deep chord
Invoke every care I know
Making me ache with:
wanting you, loving you, needing you
All of me on fire
I do declare, make me shush,
please burn me with your touch
Play these chords with me Darling
these Primal Forces
*slightly breathless* lovely poem!
old, rougher, just honoring the ‘grab something’ for the retro theme of Friday Poetically. Thank you.
All that passion, and it’s “make me shush” that gets me.
but just how, Barbara, will you make me shush :)
Primal , sensual and then some…
I have enjoyed your work since you first shared a few pieces
glad to see you have the blog dedicated to your word art
have missed it, and too many people asking… so, back :)
There is something raw, gross and mesmerising about primal forces! They repel and they tantalise!
nice. i like this…particularly the cave and cavemen as far as imagery goes but the passion in your words as well…i know this feeling…