Wednesday, December 9, 2009

CHARM BRACELETS

RWP#104..this weeks prompt was something about sex
....this is a draft



CHARM BRACELETS

At the centre of our unrequited love
holding nothing as an object
celebrating music and poems
of some distant mystic
identifying our bodies
as star covered lovers
flying in our fused thoughts
embraced
aging
as our youth hides in a vase
beside Budhha
feeling the breeze of his magic touch
inside the museum of orange hues
staring at the constellations
as the earth shakes under our blazing dance
and thundering clouds
open to our lost memories of youth
aging
with stirring newborn emotions
striking lost parts of our bodies
unknown in our youth
with visions of mounted horses
blowing up in some new found space
our flesh searching for hidden pleasures
and sweet songs never sung
blessed in our nakedness
aging
intoxicated in our vintage wine of love
embraced
in our charm bracelet of sex.

9 comments:

theresebroderick said...

Wow -- I really love that metaphor "charm bracelets of sex." It's so packed: "charm" as both entrancement or paralyzing spell; bracelet as both circling embrace and entrapment. I love the repetition of the bittersweet sigh of the one-word lines "aging" -- like the old link in a bracelet that might not hold. Glad you posted this poem.

rallentanda said...

I like your youth hiding in a vase beside the
buddha.Lovely poem Wayne.

davidmoolten said...

I like the circularity of bracelets, their primitive, embellishing and mystical qualities, and how the bodies become the fused materials of the bracelets during lovemaking, but also as something that in some phantom way endures even after.

anthonynorth said...

This moves from mysticism to reality with such ease. Excellent.

Irene said...

Wayne, I think the poem really develops, and arrival at the charm bracelet in the end is marvellous.

Jeeves said...

intoxicated in our vintage wine of love
embraced

lovely lines

Paul Oakley said...

I am particularly taken with these lines about youth and age:

embraced
aging
as our youth hides in a vase
beside Budhha
...
striking lost parts of our bodies
unknown in our youth


Youth is lost on the young, no? If they were only half as aware of their bodies as they will become, in time, the whole world would be a different place. Perhaps on fire, but very different! :)

Very nice, Wayne.

SarahJane said...

very evocative, wayne.
thanks - a pleasure.

gautami tripathy said...

Liked this bracelet!

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