when you come to me
and i know you will
come
to me
when you do come
come with spirit
come with soul
with presence and with purpose
with resolution and resolve
with determination and deference
and when you come to me
and i know you will
come
to me
when you do come
do not come silently
into my soul
without a voice of your own
do not step softly
into my heart
waiver not in your step
do not slip gently
into my temple
but let yourself be well known
when you come to me
and i know you will
come
to me
when you do come
come in a burning blaze of passion
come with fire with fervor with infatuation
come with a vengeance
come with insatiable hunger
in wild abandon
uncontrolled unconquered
come in heated agony
suffering seeking salvation
come in obsession
in devotion
wanting needing devouring
me
come in lust
come in love
but come
to
me
and i know you will
come
to me
when you do come
come with spirit
come with soul
with presence and with purpose
with resolution and resolve
with determination and deference
and when you come to me
and i know you will
come
to me
when you do come
do not come silently
into my soul
without a voice of your own
do not step softly
into my heart
waiver not in your step
do not slip gently
into my temple
but let yourself be well known
when you come to me
and i know you will
come
to me
when you do come
come in a burning blaze of passion
come with fire with fervor with infatuation
come with a vengeance
come with insatiable hunger
in wild abandon
uncontrolled unconquered
come in heated agony
suffering seeking salvation
come in obsession
in devotion
wanting needing devouring
me
come in lust
come in love
but come
to
me
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11 comments:
Oh That come come come is so inviting... if I were to come with you... I could not resist such a hot invitation
SO beautifully done, my friend
Awrd for you in my blog (in a few minutes)
LOVe!
I think I am going to chant this in meditation, so the Universe will direct that special someone my way.
Glorious as always...
The perfect love of our imaginations is just this! But when it materializes in our lives... well, it is just this! Your words are like arrows rubbed with the delicious poisons of lust and devotion, and who wouldn't want to be struck? Very yummy!
Nevine
Or is that "stricken"? Ah, I don't know... One of those two. You know what I mean, Jenean. :-)
Nevine
oh yeah....
absolutely, positively, no other way
you've done it again my friend!
dulce - thank you so much for the wonderful compliment with the award for which i am humbled! thank you! and for always coming by with such sweet comments!!!
great idea, gemel! think i will too!!!
and dear nevine - it's beyond words how our minds seem to not just parallel but be the same most in such matters! thank you so much for your support and magnificent inspiration!
oh, deb - i could say that about you, too! and do!!! thank you!
It was almost a challenge
I know I'm late
So I keep reading and reading and reading
Wait!
Wait, someone's at the door
That could not be you
Anyway what could I do
Already accounted for
Il y a presque toujours une porte
Une porte devant, ou derrière
Tu ne sais toujours pas
C'est la vie qui te ment
Une porte devant, tu la vois
Tu ne peux l'ouvrir
Une porte derrière, peut-être
Le doute s'installe
Alors tu es perdue, Jenean
There's a door, almost always
In front of you, or behind you
You still don't know?
Life's lying to you
A door in front of you, you can see
You can't open it
A door behind you, perhaps
This is the unknown
And then you're lost, Jenean
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The last part is the translation of the French part, I wanted to save you the trouble... But God those are two very different languages, and French being the language of love and all that, the translation never "flows", no it doesn't. I guess that's the problem with any translation.
After all, French is my native tongue and the one I use constantly. No wonder my Inglese is kind of mediocre.
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I wrote this in counterpoint to your post that is for me both beautiful and paradoxical. Yes, where is the tenderness, gypsywoman? Of the hundreds of women I've known (You may believe that, or not, I very certainly do not! :-))) ), they all yearned for tenderness...
Hisself :-)
oh, goodness! i have finally found it! and have sat reading several times over - and now, to respond - first, if only i could "hear" the french words you so eloquently use! ~sigh~ no language is as exquisitely beautiful as the french language! none can compare!
but of your question as to where the tenderness is and the yearning of the women you have known, first, i am not any of those women - and i am unlike most other women in many ways - in this verse i say exactly what i mean - i mean what i say - i want passion in every sense of the word - just like those words in the verse declare - but that is not to say that passion cannot or does not also contain tenderness - it does! but tenderness alone can and often does lack passion - for me, i want/need/require the passion! like the vampire must have his ruby red elixir - like the flowers much have the heat of the sun to bloom to live - and like the frenchman must have his french language! ;)
thank you so much for the reading and the reading - and for your own words! thank you!
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