Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the room is blue with night
the curtains white and coy as veil
and they are standing side by side and shy
look out into the sky and down
into the dark town lane
and feel the touch of thigh to thigh
their fingers close, loins full of gale
an aching longing in their veins
warm pulse of wine and neverending light
souls speak in braille of joy and pain
as eyes yearn for a mutual drown
and they remember each goodbye
each train that carried them apart
and each embrace, and every kiss
and all the art they shared and all the strain
and all the bliss, and all the words, and how their time
was never right, and how in vain it was and how absurd
to lock the heart inside their fright and frown
and chain it down, make love a miss
and keep it plain and warily deferred,
how life was just impossible to explain, and how they
always longed to hold each other tight...

and how it all leads to a kiss.

god, this is beautiful panta

it's got everything
sensuality
universality
wonderful rhythm
beautiful quirky rhyme (if I had to do that in german, I'd be shit outta luck)

tip of my chapeau

i needed to find its rhythm.. its pulse. and suddenly, it rhymed...

thanks for the compliments, clay!

this is a really well done piece, panta. I had to read it aloud to enjoy it more. beautifully sensual and fragile-gentle.

thank you. :-*

yes - i'd love to hear it read out loud by a native speaker!
(i can hear it in my mind, but wouldn't be able to read it myself without tripping about language... happens to most of my poems. kinda weird, no?)

thanks for reading, bennie.

polished.

just like clay said everything seems to fit- nothing feels forse i love the rythem. i love the flow. love love love it.

I've seen some great work this past month out of Studio 8! i'm really amazed all the time.

this is a really good piece.

sorry i don't nessisarily have any itelegent critique critisism.

so waltz-like, i thought it was your poem to the tango buenos aires photo.
swaying and moving from inner truth
lovely - any age kind of love.

beautifully descriptive with great pace, you move quickly through 2 lives but don't diminish their significance in any way, reminds me of the saying everything is everything, it's all there, all the time, just depends on your perspective....nice work

k&d - what more intelligent could one say but "love love love"?
thanks a lot to you!

judih, waltz-like -- that's it! and i hadn't even noticed... but yes! definitely.
thank you and hugs and more....

saw, love your comment. beautiful and fitting! thanks so much...

interesting associations, walt!
old world, yes (new worlds inside). old time, young time, all one, maybe.
200 years are too much, though; after all, there were trains carrying them apart already...
but then, carriages would have worked as well.

I heard it

thank you very much

it was heart warming

sweet spiraling ands!!! hermoso poema, panta!!!!!!!!

"souls speak in braille of joy and pain"

you've put your finger on it. the pain, I think, is the space in between that doesn't really matter
as the bump and hump of love's delight caresses the former, eases the latter.

a soft read with a sensual feel that sighs.

aah, panta...you touched me deep with this one. how we touch and run sometimes. how we yearn. how we are always there and yet never get there. and how it was always meant to end in a kiss. this poem is pure beauty in every possible way.