- Erotic Poetry
- Time and Motion Study
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Click hereWe have no need for clocks
while you, my lovely nude,
descend the staircase fluidly,
your eyes upon my passion rising
toward your slow motion hips.
It's as though you flow downhill
like a waterfall does in a rivulet
to soften bedrock into pebbles,
pebbles into sand
and suddenly I'm reminded
time is the mind's invention
while motion's all that matters
as I take your hand in my hand.
- COMMENTS
So erotic and yet it's all image and metaphor and all of it underscores the notion of time. Beautiful, gm!
It's gotten even better. Those first two lines are the very essence of sexy, and the poem itself flows effortlessly down to that last stanza, which breathes loveliness down to the last word. Gorgeous, gm.
(Is it perhaps the significance of time that is the mind's invention? As you yourself point out, time is, with or without us. That's more of a fun discussion, irrelevant to the beauty of the poem, which I think is unquestionable.)