Behind the door

 

Behind the door, true love awaits,

But not like any love we know.

It is a feeling stronger than

A star-crossed tango, taken slow.

 

The peak of amorous delights

Lies beating in air mountain-thin.

The wordless, unrepentant act

Sinks deep beneath our shedding skin.

 

This is a force beyond control

Of any stable, settled mind.

Obsession is a gentle term

For what those smitten will soon find.

 

A painful urge which certitude

Can never hope to understand.

Consume desire as a sport

And drink its power from your hand.

◄ The mysterious case of the hole in the trousers

Don’t you just hate it when that happens? ►

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Stephen Gospage

Thu 11th Feb 2021 17:02

Thank you very much, Brian.

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Stephen Gospage

Thu 11th Feb 2021 17:01

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Brian Hodgkinson

Mon 8th Feb 2021 21:48

Excellent. The allusions are on target. Well done.💘

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Stephen Gospage

Sat 23rd Jan 2021 16:12

And my thanks to all the others for the likes. These are, as ever, very much appreciated and give a good feeling.

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Stephen Gospage

Sat 23rd Jan 2021 16:11

Hi Paul. Nice to see you again and I'm pleased to be the culprit responsible for unhinging you. More power to your usual things.

Aviva-this was originally a three-verse poem and I wrote the second stanza a bit later. I think it shows a bit but in the end the poem just about holds together.

Hmmm...Where is the door and what is behind it? Or who?

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Thu 21st Jan 2021 18:36

The second stanza in particular has some lovely and evocative imagery and phrasing.

Also, I'm going to have to look much closer behind the doors, seems as if I've not been paying enough attention.

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