1912. Poems Written to Me

Poets tend to find each other
Me, I've found a few
I hope you, my reader, too
Will enjoy seeing what some
Have written and shared
These next poems
Are written by men
They said
Inspired by me


Note for those who may know me and are curious: These next poems within this blog entry are from men, who are friends. As of this date, we've not had any love or other relationships, though at times, there may have been or be a spark of imagination. There's a deeper connection, one that can be felt by people, who in their heart are artists and have the courage to feel deeply. What's even more special about each of these men poets is that they are all writing in English as a second language. They are from 3 different continents - none of which is North America.


"Subtle Fire" was written by a dancer:
Subtle fire evolving in uncountable little whirlwinds
All over the surface of my body
Under my clothes
Caressing even inside my many pockets of broken thoughts
Intertwined with the way I move.
Dancing, walking, turning, twisting, stomp, stop
I breathe your smooth heat
I smoke you, let's say,
And it tastes like the Spring sky.
Again
We go.
I feel
That you
Feel.
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"I looked for you" was written by a dancer:
I looked for you last night,
In every partner,
every song,
every beat.
All of them help me to forgive you
For not being there
But not to forget you
Because I did not want that.
I wanted to remember you more
Intensely;
So much
That I could feel you present,
So present,
In every instant,
every breath,
every pulse.
I felt time running like a song,
Beautiful pa-um-pa-um-pa, paúm…
Violins of wing' singing birds,
Piano, bandoneón, piano, bandoneón,
Bass, vas…
Tangible,
The floor,
My feet,
My pants,
Her legs,
Hips, belly, chest, shoulders, arms, her chest, her back, her neck, our faces,
Our lips so Close.
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"You" was written by a dancer:
You…
are the dance.
I just follow you.
I'm devoted to you.
I like to make your experience,
to make real your dream for you.
That is my
Dream.
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"Ripples" was written by a colleague and friend:
Ripples
Flowing through
Slicing hard
Pain

Hope
Shining elsewhere
Eternal spark
Here

A night
Eruption, Crying
Feeling wrong
Being right
The truth comes out
Tears of exhaustion
Hurt of confusion
Pleasure of numbness
Joyfully spent
Darkness sets way for dawn

New night
New life
New ripples
of energy
Bright
She is vibrant
Her colors
Emanating
Pulsating
Sensual
Desiring Touch
Wanting to Feel
Offer of Sanctuary

She says friend
Her body says love
She lays a boundary
Her eyes speak louder
She lets out a word
She bares her soul
Strong
Injured
Longing
Softness

Inifinite tenderness
Pouring out
A safe haven
A place to fall
A place to share
A place to hold
will she take it?
will she accept?

Power
Spirits connecting
Intensity unfolds
Vulnerable
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"Girl, Princess" was written in a first online instant message by a gentleman in white tie tuxedo:
Girl in the dress with shoes and a smile,
You make me feel the happiness melting off your face.
You look like a princess and you stand in that dress for a while.
You are a model and princess to me.
We have many talents and common things.
Thank you for sharing your poem with me.

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