This lid, this seal, enclosed within the true essence of what you are.
To break, to defile, to ravage, to unleash that which you curtail.
There is tragic beauty in the primal, the undercurrent that sweeps through us all.
Self inflicted, self induced – sometimes chemical, sometimes metaphysical.

The aloneness of the insomniac, never alone with the those that walk the night.
Faint whispers in the unquiet mind, seeking redemption in all that offer it.
Formed of love, clinging still to the emotion of creation. A reluctance to sever the link.
Yet there is redemption in her eyes, that smile that transfuses all of the pain.

She speaks to me, words that form as magic, incantations of comfort and consolation.
It does not matter what she says, her lips move and I become hypnotised. Rooted.
The geometry of DNA, the helix, in it’s higher abstraction. The smoothest skin.
All I am I would give just to hold your hand in mine, to feel your fingers grip.

Despite the onslaught there is hope, this trauma cannot subdue the love in you.
I watch you walk towards me, legs, thighs, arms, hands, breasts, neck and then that smile.
It eclipses me, blocks out all that causes pain. This time there are no words, there is just you.
You pull me close, I feel the life in you, the rhythm, the heat, the embrace.

For it is not in what we do or what we say or in what those that went before us do or say.
It is in that which we love and let love. The giving and receiving of the unconditional.
The connection between opposites, the bipolar clench of life.
We are what we love. No more, no less.


~ by Paul McGovern on June 11, 2011.

7 Responses to “Love”

  1. I fear this might turn into another rambled comment, but that’s just me, and I think you’re used to that by now ๐Ÿ™‚ I could picture the person you write about here. You describe them so vividly. It’s like your words just create her and then she leaps off the page in all her glory. Beautiful. ‘…this trauma cannot subdue the love in you’ – Such an exquisite line. The way you see all of her, every minute detail. Gorgeous. I think when someone really looks at you like that you can really feel it. ‘The giving and receiving of the unconditional’ – Perfect. ‘The connection between opposites, the bipolar clench of life’ – My favourite line if I had to choose. It just keeps pulling me back to it. Your attention to detail in a person is breathtaking, and rare I think. Pure poetic pleasure. Thank you, as always, for sharing. ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. Thanks so much for the lovely kind words, they mean so much to me.

    You never ramble, you are articulate always.


  3. I have no words. Literally. You’ve taken them all away and created perfection in poetry once again. I felt every line, every syllable. Thank you for sharing. *THUD* x

  4. Very awesome, Paul. Love it. Hugs~


  5. You are all much too kind, but I am very grateful that you took the time to comment. The more I read this poem, the more I like it – very self indulgent I know.

    I am humbled and floored as always.


  6. I go back to this piece of gorgeousness time and time again just to hear the words roll off my tongue or sit in my ear. They echo through my mind and pull a blanket up and over my soul.

    So, so beautiful.

  7. The passion you feel for writing oozes in your words. You have an impeccable way of strategically shifting your stories to incorporate your relationships in your own life. I am a fan of your creativity Paul. ~Aurora

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