The Conversation
You leaned into me, close,
with the ease of years,
with the camaraderie
of touch; a soft laugh
at some common folly
we shared; you opened,
your voice a temptation --
low in the dark -- beset
with this mundane act
of so much to say.
And it was that, you and I --
clothed and comfortable
in the presence of random
thoughts and questions,
aroused by speech
and what might be spoken.
Listening is loving.
What is more erotic than
these fathoms, skeins, words,
roping tight the ardent ear.
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Author's Note
At times, the voice is the lover.
Other stories by Philip F. Clark
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Beautiful poem.
Amazing poem
"clothed and comfortable
in the presence of random
thoughts and questions,
aroused by speech"
Good poem, Philip.
You hit that last stanza out of the park!
Love the erotic of "Clothed and comfortable."
Thank you, friends, for your comments.
Excellent.
"You leaned..." is an inviting opening. I'll follow anywhere.
"roping tight the ardent ear", amen, this rocks.
I could totally swim in the words, lush, lush, but not overdone, eh?
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Thank you, James -- yes, tried to keep it in the realm of real space and feeling of the moment.