Falling in Lust

Wholesοmeness poem parts separated…


 

There is something
tropical in your touch,
the timid smell of
pineapples and coconuts,
uncut.

I walk your way,
bringing emptiness
for you to fill with
anything you desire,
to the brim.

 

 

Athens 2019

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Verb

Perhaps much easier to fall in lust than love. Love it anyway.

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I fall in lust every day. It must be because I live in Poland.

It never used to happen when I lived in England.

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No, it’s location, not age.

When I was young, I was like a dog with two pricks. Unfortunately, I was surrounded by dogs.

Guaj

or never know which one it is.
Both can evaporate very quickly.

Guaj

I know what you mean and you are no doubt very right, given what strange creature we humans are.
What I was referring to in particular is the lust can turn into love. It has worked that way for me and sometimes when I look back I feel a little guilty it wasn’t love from the outset. . . Ah well:)

Guaj

Interesting did you know in Bavaria they say Ich mo di instead of ich lieber dich?
Which is dialect for I want you

Guaj

Yes, to say you “want”someone in English sounds quite lustful but in Bavarian dialect it a statement of love.
Some might not agree with me, but that’s my take on it.

Guaj

Guilt is like arthritis
Some days it hurts and some days it doesn’t- you just learn to live with it 🙂

ImSJ

This has a Celtic feel to me. Except for the fruit, of course.

ImSJ

Good question. Once upon a time, many, many years ago, beyond the misty veil of age, in my youth, I read a lot of ancient Celtic poetry (translated of course). It left a certain flavor in my mind which at whiles, over the years, I strove to emulate. Successfully? Perhaps not but I still recall the sentiment and feel the form of the verse. Substitute apples and pears, or whatever they grow over there, for tropical fruits and Bob’s your uncle!

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