Iphigene Here.
It seems that Myra and Fats are better at finding poems for our theme, so I hope you don’t mind that today’s Poetry Friday is an original I wrote a few months back. Like most poems, this one found me exploring the ideas of relationships that are too close, but not close enough to be romantic. As I explore this idea, the words tumbled over and the title found itself spitted out of my pen.
I hope you enjoy it, its been a while since I last wrote a poem and I haven’t been exercising my poetry muscle as often as I used to. Thanks to Merely Day by Day for hosting today’s poetry friday.
Sapiosexual*
IÂ miss
The way our
Breath mingles, endlessly as
We talk through the night–
A kiss suspended in space,
Between lips, words and air.
Surfaces touching, one suppleness
Over the other, pushing,
Hesitating, clumsily
Moving back and forth
was needless intimacy
We lived for the space—
the hairline distance between our
Skin, between the touch
That filled itself with static,
With anticipation and anxiety
Of something never happening
Consummation was for the impatient
For the uninitiated in the union
Of fleshless beings. For the hottest
Of flames burn not in the meeting
Of bodies, but in the meeting
Of souls.
Each invisible exchange superseded
Lustful desire. We needed it, as if
We were parts of each others existence,
A phantom limb for an amputated
Wholeness only to be filled with
A parlay of words
An exchange of mind—if not our
Very existence, where the union of
The unseen, the friction of two souls
Could only be measured by heat, felt in
Untouched surfaces and immeasurable
Desire for the romantic dance of
Mind, Spirit and Being.
Breathlessly, Continuously
In the nakedness of nakedness
Where the vessels by which we exist in
Need not touch, but only be
Conduits to the depths of our minds
*Sapiosexual –Â n. A person who is attracted to intelligent people
Gathering Books 
Thanks for sharing another original poem, Iphigene. I enjoyed reading it. 🙂
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Hi Myra,
Glad you enjoyed reading it. As i’ve mentioned before I wasn’t so sure about this.
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There are, or can be, those times: “Wholeness only to be filled with/A parlay of words”. Thanks, Iphigene.
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Hi Linda,
Indeed there are moments that only an exchange of words–a conversation–can fill in the missing pieces.
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Iphigene, the line, “Breath mingles, endlessly as We talk through the night–” is an interesting way of phrasing the act of conversing. Thank you for presenting your original poem.
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Hi Cvarsalona,
I wish i could say that i wrote that line with a conscious effort, unfortunately the first stanza is pure muse. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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Wow! “The meeting of souls” *swoon*. Beautifully written, achingly experienced. Thanks for sharing, Iphogene. =)
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Hi Bridget,
Thanks for the appreciation.
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You don’t seem out of practice to me, Iphigene! Your opening stanza is divine.
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Hi Michelle,
I’m glad it didn’t seem that way, but I haven’t been as prolific or as studied in writing poems as i used to. I am indeed out of practice. I’m glad you liked the opening line. I don’t like to claim it as my own, i would say the muses inspired that first stanza. It kept coming and begging that i write it out into a poem.
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Just lovely – sensuous and sensitive.
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Hi Tara,
I’m glad you enjoyed this poem. It took some time to come up with each stanza and make it cohesive, even though I posted this up here I was still a bit unsure about it, but I’m glad that i was able to communicate that sensuality
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Oh, the dance of the mind.
Cathy
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Indeed, Cathy.
Thanks for dropping by.
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Yes, Cathy — the dance of the minds…and the meeting of the souls!
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Hi Marylee
thank you for taking the time to read this poem. 🙂
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