The Thrumming Essence Of Our Love

The Thrumming Essence Of Our Love long poem

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I used to wait by the curb
Listening from that familiar thrum
At a distance a soft purr at best
The closer the approach, the closer the crescendo
Each time you came to a halt near me
The engine still running
I felt a kinship with your machine
A reflection of my inner whirrings
In that sweet melodic thrum
And each time I settled myself in the saddle
Your machine reassured me
My nervous stirrings were shared
The low hum would work its way up my toes
Through to my fingers as I encircled your waist
It persisted in my bones
With each jolt of the break
With each bump we rode
Somehow your machine got my state of mind
Alive and thrumming and free
The way you made me feel
So well it mirrored my feelings
That I feared if only you listened closely enough
You’d hear all my secrets in those gentle vibrations
Our romance in those days
Had you, me and the shared intimacy of your bike
She has guarded and recorded and retold
My love story a million times today
As you pulled her out of the garage and bid her farewell
I said goodbye to an old friend
Every time you pulled up by that curb
Your machine reassured me the butterflies were real
And somewhere along the roads we rode
That you felt them in your tummy too
She contains in her till this day
The thrumming essence of our love.

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Andria D'Souza

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I come from a place of much fear and yearning. Yearing for that little extra that life has to offer which is just within our reach and fear that when faced with that yearning well withing my grasp will I ever have the courage to face up to it.Words have always been a way to make sense of the jumble within, it brings me clarity and makes things a reality. Nothing reflects me better than these words below.I stand watching the waves crash against the shore, leave back some things on the beach and take some things away with it. On and on tirelesslyit goes. "Stop it, stop it now!".But no one is listening. "Don’t take so much away, I'll have nothing left." The sea calls out, "But I’m leaving so many things back." Angry tears spilling over my cheeks I yell, "I don’t want what you have to give, I’m happy with what I have. Take away your so called gifts leave me back with what I had. Give me all that you took away from me, return what you had no right to take." The sea replies, "Not unless you see what I have left you". Strolling along the shore I find the mysteries of worlds far away at my feet, all within my reach. Think to myself I do, can I be mad for the old things been taken away from me when what I have always secretly hoped for is to have the mysteries of the world at my feet. I hear the gentle voice againm "Do you still want me to take it away?". "NO! NO!", escapes before I can control my words. The sea replies "That's what I thought". The sea drenches my feet and moves away digging my feet deeper into the sand.........
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