Romantic Poetess

Lighting The Fire Of Love
DECEMBER 9, 2011 4:12PM

All In One

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Image by William Blake 

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The last time we talked

We both remembered the time

When our lovemaking seemed

Possessed by kinetic energy

I could feel your tongue buried so deep

Inside me that you might never get it out

And then I got all of you

Inside my mouth

And then I split into three

The girl who licked up the honey flavor of your kisses

The maiden who could not tell

Which one of us

Was the hard one

Which one the soft

The crone who felt it all

And knew who was responsible

Not you

Not me

But all of us inside each of us

Changing into one of us

Each time the wave neared a crest

It backed away and lapped the shore

I wish I knew how long we remained

The throbbing, fully integrated

Organism

Joined at our root

Stuck to your leather chair

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man this is so hot it should have a warning label..:)
Yowsers..
HUGGGGGGGGGGG
First, I love Blake. Your poems are so passionate and romantic. Your writing never fails to fill me with lovely memories it evokes in my life. Thank you, dear RP.

R♥
I would absolutely LOVE if could open one of my posts with this poem.

LoveumeanitD
What Linda said, but I'd better hold off on the hug. ;-|
wish I knew how long we remained
The throbbing, fully integrated
Organism
Joined at our root
Stuck to your leather chair



6 minutes.

Split into three! Lucky girl.
Split into infinite pieces yesterday. Yikes.
Thank heaven for Christmas spirit that saved me.
I blessed a book today.
I said, spirit of the land,
Bless this book
Put a stick in it
And smoked a cigarette..

Benoit, light of zen in the east
Multidimensional!!!
i'm glad you liked it.
The last time we talked

We both remembered the time

When our lovemaking seemed

Possessed by kinetic energy
Blake writes of triple woman. Also double. Also Jerusalem, wife of albion.

she is the spiritual gal. the wife of the eternal man.

she was vala, she was enitharmon
she was
best girl,
aged mother.
This is hot! Seriously, this is really hot...phew! So well done, RP. R
PHEW!!!

Yep! That's all I'm gonna say, RP!

No wait! What Linda said .... I want to say that too!!!
RP,
I shudder with reverberating joy at the prospect of melting my hard drive with the breath of your intoxicating imagery.
It does remind me to be most attentive to your woman, sharing such
articulate silence, engulfing each in that perfect flame.
Ooooh... empassionata!! Who else? You!
R, baby.

Gasp.
R! yes yes yes.
You have a gift. You capture and put into words what the rest of us have experienced or wish we had.
Dear RomanticPoetess;

You have to do 'All In One',
out loud at an Occupy rally.

note: you've taken up some of the fine features of the Beats.
Jesus! I do not honestly know why I read these powerful things of yours. They disturb my hard earned peace of mind for some time thereafter.
Each time the wave neared a crest

It backed away and lapped the shore

I wish I knew how long we remained

The throbbing, fully integrated

Organism

Joined at our root...

that was, obviously, per w. blake,
infinity in the palm, oh ho, of his hand
and
eternity in an hour//?

he pegged the sexual organs to start the worldwide apocalypse.
said there might be an 'increase of sensual enjoyment'

til LUVAH , Love, came in.

to battle URIZEN= IN bLAKE'S silly way,
"yer reason"...


birthday is day to reflect n earlier times.

hope all are able to be retrospectively
admired by u.

that is my idea of Heaven, to see the destiny to
the very now, which is, ah, now.
ha.
Your good and today your HOT!
the crone.... she knows!
WOW!
Hot and steamy!
~R~
I love the last line! Whew! Is it hot in here?
Excellent!
wow... this is so hot.... wow.. I now want a cup of strong coffee and a cigarrette... oh wait.. I don´t smoke.. I´ll eat m&m´s then... what a great reading....
Rated XXXkudos
u aint wrote nothin for us for awhile . ume gonna haunt u.
he gonna say hey u in w/us or no?
agh.
then artjames gonna come and say

kerry ate a turnip.
he belched a tiny burp noone noticed.
he was in the worst place. hell.
he got an atlas from rand mcnally.
he sez oh how i so fortunate
to have os
as my pal.

then i came along. argh. those damn old peepul.
artjames and ume.
buncha sillies. ha.

i gonna sleep off the rest of the day.
i gonna get strong for the arm
a
getiton.
u?
Blake has been dead for hundreds of years, but trust me, he just got a rise.