Have you ever been in love?

[Josiah Jacobus-Parker]

Have You Ever Been In Love?

I find myself on your couch with my heartbeat in my throat

And my sweaty palm against yours.

Eyes glued to the TV ?though I can?t see a thing.

I?ve forgotten all experience.

I?m nervous and wanting.

Slowly, I turn my head.

Your eyes are already fixed on mine,

Hazy like you?ve been sleeping for years.

Have I been sleeping for years?

And there?s your face.

We close our eyes in the moment our mouths touch,

And suddenly I?m waking up.

Water splashed on my face, slapped silly for doubting this

?doubting you.

When you pull away I will never be the same.

I am wide awake and the world is new.

But still we kiss,

The waves of motion move from my mouth

To my throat,

My chest,

My heart.

It beats slower now.

You, my cardiac arrest,

Still adhere to my stinging lips.

Now I am aware of your touch on my arm,

My back,

My neck.

You are everywhere.

I think maybe this will never end, and pull you closer.

Do you know that I?m yours?

Before I let go,

You press your closed mouth against mine,

Your muscles stiff,

Your lips soft.

It?s a hard goodbye to a fleeting moment of perfection.

Separate again, like the pencil off the paper,

I long for more,

More stories,

More poems,

More chapters in my life?

Fewer blank pages.

I need you to fill them in.

I knew I couldn?t say it, couldn?t tell you

That I needed you in my future

To make my past worthwhile.

You stare back at me

And I hope to hell you can see it in my eyes.

Will this happen again?

Will you hold me an hour from now?

A day?

A year?

There is nothing to do but look up at you

And implore you with silence, beg you wordlessly,

To take me in your arms and kiss me again.

The pages begin to fill, and I am...

breathless.

[Tragic Rabbit]

Honey, that was beautiful, it made me tear up. Really, really lovely and powerfully chosen words.

Kisses...

TR

[Guest rusticmonk86]

I don't know what to say, man. The Rabbit is right. This is truly beautiful.

[Josiah Jacobus-Parker]

Thanks you guys!

It's comments like these that make me keep trying to write poetry, even when I've gone weeks without writing a single decent thing.

[blue]

Should I then infer you've been writing indecent things? You cad!

Sorry, I know what you meant, I was just teasing.

Artistic inspiration works on its own timetable. That inspiration can be exercised and fed inspiring material to encourage its more frequent timing. But don't begrudge your talent by saying it's too seldom there. More likely, it's there all along, just resting up to roam unbridled some more.

...I keep mixing metaphors lately, though my word-play seems to be changing in a way I like otherwise...

What I'm trying to say, in between pratting on, is that you're doing well in writing, each time we see something you've written.

[Josiah Jacobus-Parker]

Should I then infer you've been writing indecent things? You cad!

AND WHAT IF I HAVE? HUH?

Artistic inspiration works on its own timetable... ...More likely, it's there all along, just resting up to roam unbridled some more.

Boy oh boy do I know this! It's taken me--how many months now? Four?--to get where I have with Chapter 30 of The Angel. Interestingly though, it seems I get more inspiration when I'm avoiding doing something important. Hmmmm. Procrastination = food for thought?

What I'm trying to say, in between pratting on, is that you're doing well in writing, each time we see something you've written.

Thanks! I don't really know what else to say. I get really awkward when people compliment me and then I just have no idea what to do. :?

[JamesSavik]

Procrastination = food for thought?

By Jove I think he's on to something. A literary Golden Ratio perhaps? :?:

I always seem to do my best work when I am supposed to be doing something else.

:geek:

[blue]

LOL, no, procrastination = food for working like mad when you realize the deadline is approaching. -- A deadline helps motivate me. (Translation: I get anxious and make myself work.) I still have to fight that tendency to procrastinate.

Hmm, I've noticed that if I'm either very worked up about an issue, or a bit down, I get motivated to write what I pass off as poetry (though I don't usually rhyme it). My story writing seems to go in bursts. The trick is to get myself to write regularly.