I would hate to lose evenings of
sacred lovemaking
near the fire
Burning embers after much sweet, red wine and a decadent dance among the
darkened trees of a midnight forest as
winds grew fierce and distorted their shadows
Where we,
shapeless, faceless danced to a silent song
music we could not hear, but knew
within the darkness of the shadow trees, until rare lightning revealed you
embraced in rain
I would hate to lose mornings thereafter waking to the harmony
of your bold beat
of your calm breath
Waiting for your eyes to open and welcome
me into
love beauty heaven
I would hate to lose eyes so gentle, such a
soft brown, yet a sudden, fiery red
Intense scarlet, alive with the passion of our sacred act
I would hate to lose hands small, pale white as the
feathers of the dove that course my flesh scorching my skin with a sensual heat
I would hate to lose lips
so fragile
such a delicate crimson, where bliss can be found in an angel's kiss
- From my first poetry collection The Muse of Love & Pain. Autographed and special editions can be purchased here. All of my books are also available on Amazon. Music from Ghosts by NIN.
“What Bliss Can Be” is one of my earliest poems, possibly the second or third poem I have ever written. The period in which it was created remains such a chaotic blur to me that I’m surprised I can remember anything from that year.
That was the year my friend Joe introduced me to beer. Then my other friend Monica introduced me to pot and industrial music. And if these weren’t enough ingredients for several recipes for disaster, I’d also fallen in lust with an ill-tempered, scarlet haired, self-proclaimed witch working at my retail job.
Some or all of this may have been responsible for the more-surreal-than-usual dreams that followed and inspired poems like this one right here, which eventually evolved into what became The Muse of Love & Pain. It may also have been responsible for my sudden exit from that retail job and the lowest GPA I’d averaged in my entire academic career.
- A.X.