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Much as I love spending time with friends, I also enjoy being on my own which is just as well as I often am, even over Christmas and other 'family' occasions. I don’t mind. I have no partner
and relations with my family are strained to say the least. For lovers the
world over, though, kept apart by various socio-cultural-religious traditions
that need to be brought into the 21st century… for them, I do mind for I was young once, and it
happened to me. I resented it then and I resent it now on behalf of
star-crossed lovers everywhere.
After once posting this poem on my gay-interest blog some time ago, a number of
heterosexual couples who dip into both blogs got in touch to say they how they
could relate to it because they found themselves on opposite sides of this or
that socio-cultural-religious divide. One couple said how they had never given
much thought to the animosity often shown towards gay couples , until ‘we found
ourselves victims of our respective cultures and prejudices that should have
been put aside centuries ago…’
Christmas
and other religious festivals are a time for families and friends to come
together in a spirit of peace and love, yet many lovers are kept apart from
each other simply because those same families and friends have tunnel vision
and cannot see beyond certain socio-cultural-religious confines within which
they have been taught and raised.
As for
the poem…if you have ever made love with
someone and felt (almost seen) demons on their back trying to drag them away
from you (or vice versa) you will understand how it came to be written.
It may
well be that absence makes the heart grow fonder, but it is a lonely heart that
beats in a half empty bed …
REGENERATION
My lips
crushed against yours
as rose
petals between angry fingers,
body
seeking to assuage a rage
in you
doing battle with darker waves
even than
in a storm,
I will
the language of love to come
into its
own, show you
how,
together, we can defeat demons
trampling
on your dreams,
intruding
on mine, expose them
for who
and what they are
beat
them, hands down, at history’s
own
vengeful game
For it is
revenge that stirs them
to forage
in your mind for feelings
of a
darker kind than love
would
choose to have on its side were it
freed
from its cage;
a cage,
indeed, woven by demons
to keep
you from me;
though I
rattle its bars with my desires,
let you
feed and drink from them,
feel your
pulse and confirm you live,
I cannot
reach within,
only
trust that, in a mutual adrenalin rush,
you’ll
make a dash for freedom
I can
feel your heart beating faster,
pulse
growing stronger each time we kiss
and all
but drown in love’s blood,
sweat and
tears, making its confession
as only
body language can
though
words struggling to compensate
where the
spirit stronger than ever
but flesh
weakened by years of captivity
imposed
by demon shadows,
ready to
pounce at the first opportunity
once
their existence threatened,
prisoners
taken at past close encounters
actively
considering alternatives
I can
taste your guilt on my tongue,
slowly
sliding down my throat like bile
as your
sex begs me
to burst
open your cage, free you
once and
for all
from
whatever spell written on whatever
page or
pages of your history
making
you stall even as you bid for a life
that’s
full, no holds barred
to making
the most of love’s true passion
if you’ll
but dare fire its enemies
into a
faceless oblivion
Explosion!
The landscape of love laid bare
for
regeneration
Copyright
R. N. Taber 2008
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