Reflections on the Inner Sea

Author: by Ledaal Evelot

Description: Romantic and erotic poems, at least nominally, though they are thought quite depressing by most Dynasts.

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The Tunnel

I have made you a child in the womb,

Holding you in sweet and final darkness.

All day as I walk out

I carry you about,

I guard you close in secret where

Cold eyed people cannot stare.

I am melted in the warm dear fire,

Lover and mother in the same desire.

Yet I am afraid of your eyes

And their possible surprise.

Would you be angry if I let you know

That I carried you so?

I could kiss you to death

Hoping that, your protest obliterated,

You would be

Utterly me.

Yet I know--how well!--

Like a shell,

Hollow and echoing,

Death would be,

With a roar of the past

Like the roar of the sea.

And what is lifeless I cannot kill!

So you would make death work your will.

In most intimate touch we meet,

Lip to lip, Breast to breast,

Sweet.

Suddenly we draw apart

And start.

Like strangers surprised at a road's turning

We see,

I, the naked you;

You, the naked me.

There was something of neither of us

That covered the hours,

And we have only touched each others' bodies

Through veils of flowers.

But let us smile kindly,

Like those already dead,

On the warm flesh

And the marriage bed.

Freedom Clinging

Life between his thighs

He wonders

At her sorrow

Deeply caressing her

From within

The only way he’ll know how

To help her

Rocking through her desperation

She clings to his wet body

She clings to his kisses

Please, she begs, oh please

Release her not too soon

He witnesses her torture

Laps hungrily her tears,

her flooding fear,

her dripping demise

He enters into her darkness

Tragedy between his thighs

He cries

At her manic laughter

Deeply loving her

From within

The only way he’ll know how

To free her