Loneliness in a relationship results from a lack of emotional openness and vulnerability in the couple’s intimacy, so one is left second guessing what the other is feeling or thinking, and is unable to truly connect with the other’s mind and heart.
Dark brown her eyes take me back to the forest I went into and never came back –
Floating on the night air the smell of jasmine and orange blossoms reminds me of her hair, the way the light glides along its waving curls, the way, when I touched it, I felt a lock open in the region of my heart.
All the kisses that clang to her skin flowered in the moonlight as I undressed her, silently, slowly, my gray beard into her softness pressing line after line of poetry.
Touching her is a process; its name is poetry.
Each year runs a little faster since the day I saw my first white hair
Each year runs to find my heart a little quieter as autumn comes
For the poems to come I close my eyes and imagine her face
Poets love intensely because they invent their love long before they live it. Their lover is an active fire that brews in the marrow of their soul. Their carnality is an animal ferocity softened, spiritualized and intensified by their imagination and longing. Poets are the animals of the soul.