folds

 

needles of touch quietly
prick my palm on your palm
all electric shock travels on
our spine and our mundane bodies
fade from door to bed and we
cling on each weight of alternate
gentle rhythm that only resonates
delicious sighs from our mouth

our tremors brush the surface
of the plain cotton blankets
laid on our space of human heaven
where we meet too physical and near

hours pass in constant speed
as night quickly transforms into morning
and our heartbeats are stuck in our chest
saying things that only our minds can translate

 

2013

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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11 Responses to folds

  1. Beautiful piece. Very true there are things the mind can’t possibly translate

    • a.h.richards says:

      Being in love always feels this way. Some loves disappear. This poem brings reconnection for me. Even if you weren’t writing love, it says love to me. Thanks Chester. Very nice. I like its breathing, and erotic rhythm.

  2. Jay Crider says:

    Beautiful piece. Thank you for sharing.

  3. her30s says:

    Love it.

  4. linorobles says:

    No Disrespect but i am really feeling this poem!! i even had to remix it, but this is all you great work man!

    needles of touch quietly
    prick my palm on your palm
    all electric shock travels on
    our spine and our mundane bodies
    fade from door to bed and we
    cling on each weight of alternate space
    till the gentle rhythm resonates taste
    delicious

    sighs from our mouth
    our tremors brush the surface
    of the plain cotton blankets
    laid in heaven

    where

    we meet to physically enjoy our moment
    as hours pass in constant speed & we enjoy it
    as night quickly transforms into morning
    & our heartbeats are stuck in our chest
    saying

    things that only our minds can translate best
    visions of me and her the day that we lay at rest
    next to each other like the bible, i would feel blessed

    This

    Is your show & I’ll be the guest
    The flavors are robust, but you’re the zeal to this feelings zest
    Unlike a puzzle with you there is no room to guess
    Cause it all falls in place

    Like

    A vision to a dream
    In association with the air that I breathe
    You are to me what autumn is to red leaves
    With you I don’t need to sleep to dream

  5. musingnude says:

    Ah yes. I’ve felt it. 🙂

  6. iamnoe says:

    Reblogged this on Above the Arctic Circle: Life as I know it and commented:
    Beautiful.

  7. meenas17 says:

    Beautiful poetry.

  8. Your work is simply amazing. You make me feel… things… haha Love it!

  9. beautiful poetry, very vividly expressive of your thoughts and feelings. thank you!

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