Monday, May 2, 2016

THE DAY LIVES DURING THE NIGHT



THE DARK LOVE

After the chaotic sights and sounds of the day
infused with light from a sun trying to shine
I find the night,
her silences and noises
to be an adventure erotic.
The rubber of the occasional tire
rolling slowly over the wet pavement,
plants and flowers with just enough color
dimly seen pulse their own magic touch
to the heavy breath of my lover,
even the bark of a dog thrills me,
strokes me to a place of comfort and rest.

I do not wonder in the lateness of the hour what is going on behind the closed doors and darkened windows of them near me, I do not care. I see enough of people during the day that is pornography.

It is the night’s silence
broken by slight sounds
that make me feel life, alive.
Laying down with my dark lover
even after all these years
is as ever a spectacular thrill
as she comes for me,
touches me in return,
gives to me all that I wish
every desire to take from her
I give in return anything she asks.
Our silence is our lovers bed.

© M Durfee
5/2/16

10 comments:

  1. Living where I do, the howling of the dogs at night tell me that something mysterious is near. It's a grand feeling.

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    1. Mysterious being near is never a grand thing here Charles--usually it is someone sneaking about looking for either a bounty or a bullet.

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  2. This is one of your best poems ... ever, meowpoppa ... I always cherished my prairie nights with my prairie lover ... except during calving season ... ya ... smiles ... Love, cat.

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    1. ... don't see U on Ur blog list no more ... watt wrong?

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    2. ... meowpoppa ... smiles

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    3. Meowmomma the only calving i know of is when seasons birth. I keep wondering when in the hell our month of summer is going to come.

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  3. I admire the darkness as a cover, lover, muse, and inspiration ~ The day that is pornography struck me though....

    My best writing comes to me at night or early morning ~ Hope you are well Mark ~

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    1. Grace non sexual pornography is something you have to see to truly understand--moaning is replaced with yelling, loving strokes with smacks upside the head, orgasm with gunfire.

      According to all of the medical professionals I am slowly disentangling from I am better than some worse than others but in no imminent danger of a certain demise. Hell I may even make it to 62 in July.

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  4. It is good to come back to the blogger world, and read this. Grace's highlighted line was mine too. How dare she!

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    1. Jeannette--I saw your post on my blogroll--painting and art is as good a way as any to get rid of the gnat that never leaves us alone. Good to see you as well.

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