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July 2009 
It's dark tonight hold me
Posted on Sep 27th, 2007
by 
Doug
Doug
Oh what am I thinking love
What unimaginable lightness of being overcomes me
Still I fall into darkness,
Still, without stillness
Where are the arms and legs of flesh
the true fingers cooling this fiery flight
the curve of hip
the scent of musky roses
to lay beside me
drink me into the moist warmth
of a darkness shared
until the morning is in the room once more
I need the weight of flesh when I feel this weight
Of my own fallible, fallen
Blood and bones
Sinking through the dry earth
Of rain
Of dry gray, common rocks
On a beach
Devastated by a waning tide
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Very beautiful … and bittersweet … and sad.
Shawn
mmmmmm.. it really resonated with me….
I like it!
It was very beautiful and sad.
Hi Adam and thank you!
Welcome to Gaia BTW. Hope to see some of your poetry in the future.
wow…
:) TY!
There is a place I go often on my walks called Ano Nuevo which is a little peninsula jutting out into the Pacific just slightly north of Santa Cruz. The water is very blue there and there is a beach on the south side of white sand and grey stones, and the waves roll in rolling the rocks, rolling them back again, lolling me into a trance with their music. And I’m looking at each stone to see which one holds the story, warming it in my left hand and then the right, listening carefully to understand the begining of all this. And slowly I understand that this landscape I move through is a woman who loves me like no other, she is always there waiting for me to see her and she sends the wind to love me too. To swirl about me with her soft breath holding me briefly and then lifting the wings of birds.
And so I am a landscape painter, painting a woman’s body to capture not the outward form but the inward feeling she gives to me, so I can give that back to all who care enough to hold a grey stone in a warm hand.