Some prefer before it happens
that exquisite wait
predating intimacy
a languor of instincts
long nights imagining
how you will taste
can reality ever compare?
with the violent longing of what is imagined
a teasing elongation of want, unfolding
into one outstretched blossom.
I had closed down that part of me
craving clawing keening wanting
put a ‘for rent’ sign on my dancing shoes
hung up the coat of neglect where it belonged
still damp with tinge of youth
you told me it was that way too
with you
when the calendar said – you’re now beyond the hour
to feel, to need, the touch of age too close
resigning yourself to occupations of the mind
swimming in your stifle
then
we found each other
you were the girl I’d been seeing when I closed my eyes
I had this pendant about my neck called fate
it seemed to be firing blanks
there was no chance a lily pond girl with shining cheeks
would step my way
but I have dreamed of everyone I have ever taken to my bed
that night as the bluebird stayed wakeful, clacking into sepia
I dreamed of you, sitting on the mattress in my mind
turning your perfectly shaped neck
and in that turn I saw my beginning
again
as if you were waiting in many forms and only one
for me to pluck up my instruments of courage
fortune favors the bold
your blood already coursed in me
I knew your lips, your eyes, your shoulders
as if intimately
we had begun that deep warbled song of desire
I heard the sound of your violin mouth
closing and opening on warm rushing air
perhaps I was watching from afar
perhaps I stood behind you, our senses enveloping
the proximity of chemistry
kissing without touching the pulse in your wrist
in time you would start to look my way
stay the true course of our wandering
I heard your voice calling, I ran as fast as I could
as if all my life I had been training on needles
for this very moment to come around
languid and slow motion half dream like
before it happened I was already seeking us
in the needs I had, told to no one but
my imagination
who painted at night
the shape of you
hijacked amygdala 
This is amazing, of course, and the last few lines. WOW! ❤
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I’m so glad you liked this
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Absolutely!
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Never too old for fantasies and dreams!
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Never!
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Reblogged this on TheFeatheredSleep and commented:
My latest piece on Hijacked Amygdala.
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Beautiful and amazing! ❤
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Dearest Penny thank you so much my friend I appreciate that very much
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Reblogged this on Edward Smith – WordDancer in the Sky and commented:
Sometimes I think I too am a poet until I read perfection as here
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That is one of the loveliest things anyone has said to me and I hold your words dearly because to a writer of any type, the opinions of others do matter and to feel we have in any way succeeded really does help us continue. Thank you dear man for your kindness and your thoughtfulness you are appreciated
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The plays we make in the theater of imagining
Dare we think a reality might compare?
Think? No, hope, feel, remember the dare accepted.
“If you took all the girls I knew
When I was single
And brought them all together for one night
I know they’d never match
My sweet imagination
Everything looks worse in black and white” Paul Simon – Kodachrome
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Oh I don’t honestly know how you do it but you seem to conjure the best examples of the theme I am writing about – I love that! Your poetry page should be called Bob’s Reflections as that is what you do so well thank you this always inspires me
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Inspiration, it seems both goes around and comes around. 🙂 I like that title – something to think about.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Candice Louisa Daquin – Anticipating again
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Your usual marvellous imagery; and proof that reality can match anticipation
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I wish I could create a reality such as this. 🙂
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