Thursday, February 16, 2017

Adolfo Caso Shares His Beautiful Valentine's Gift! Love Poem...







LOVE POEM


I have loved you

with all my heart and soul

more


than you could ever imagine,

the prime time

when your breast was full,

its touch

the wondrous excitement

and the deep thrust

into your fertile womb

of joy and life,

the wonderment of my being

into yours,

completely yours

heart and soul,

the mystery of love

unfolding

with every touch,

every thought‑‑

acts reduced to words of love

full of meaning‑‑

complete life

received into your body

like the tremors

of Dante's quake

and the birth of one more soul.




That was the joy I felt

as on a continuum,

without beginning or end‑‑

all this in the words of love

I whispered into your ears,

kissed on your lips,

into your mouth‑‑

within the receptive womb

bathed by life's semen

caressed by the palm of your hand

in excitement

for the gift of life's process

tingling

within every part of your body;


And all was love,

and in how many ways I said it,

showed it,

bathed you with the pure water of life,

my life

            vigorous

                        vibrating

wondrous growth

                                    fulfillment

of untold life's mysteries

permeating the semen

implanted in the womb

to fertilize and grow,

the potential of life

uncovered through you,

the total
                        reduced

to the word of love,

the pure water of life

with which I bathed you,

and the excitement was yours

more than you could ever imagine

though you brought your hand down

to caress the receptive womb

in which life

                        was already

                                    germinating
,
and you were happy,

                        ecstatic

serenely exuberant,

and my words of love to you

reverberated through my body‑‑

the sounds and glances

                                    a seance

to your ears and eyes:

                                    magic

quietly dancing

in sparkles reflected

over the rolling waves

of the soft sea at sunrise

after the explosion of a storm.




All this still within me

completely imprisoned

hermetically sealed

with layers upon layers

like rings in a tree‑trunk

solidly encasing

impermeable to cracks

not to expose

                        the inner core

of suffering!

What layers can the heart take

when the mind knows none

the passions feel no bounds

and the pressure builds!


Will the moment come

when love will explode

like a volcano at sea:

will it be an island

thrusting out

with its words of smoke

and absorbed into the newly‑born land

or
            one
                        disappearing

                                    beneath the sea

with its words of smoke

                                                wasted

to the wind?

I have loved you

with all my heart and soul,

more than you can ever imagine,

and still do

though that prime of life

will not return.

And vain it is,

for time is never lost

like life

on a continuous bend

every moment a new discovery

progression within control

always going forward

and never back.

Oh that I should not be able to go back

into
            those journeys,

                                    in vain,

for nothing goes back,

not even the island or non‑island at sea,

not even the surface of the ocean

or that of the land

or the layers of the air

that form the skies.

We can catapult

with or without conscience,

and like the island or non‑island at sea

we will come back,

the words of love like the smoke

absorbed by the land
                                                or

wasted to the wind.

I have loved you

with all my heart and soul.

And this return of no return

is like powder forced into a chamber

the explosion

to reveal


the inner core

the beginning of another beginning

the end of another end

and never

the beginning or the end.

Like the volcano at sea,

will it give an island

or take one;

like our words,

the smoke absorbed

or

wasted to the wind?

Love is not a word

not a fantasy.

It is there‑‑

                        here!

in my heart

awake or dormant

much as it is in you‑‑

prime life forever when awake

smoke wasted to the wind

when dormant;

the volcano ready to erupt

and build toward the sky

or disappear into the core 

of the earth.


I want to love you

more than you can ever imagine

And when I do

and you are there


the words of love will explode

like volcanoes at sea

thrusting islands

into
            the
                        skies.







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