Awesome poetry, Styx. I always enjoy your articulation.

Thank you Tim. I’m trying to get away from my long prose pieces and attempt things more poetic. My goal anyway. LOL.

This gives me hints of Egypt and Africa. The chalice is a beautiful offering of self. Love this.

Beautifully penned, Mark. Incredible imagery my friend, amazing write. Appreciate you.

Damian

And this is why Mark. This is why we write. Impeccable as ever. Tis always been a joy to read you. Do I get an invite to the wedding? A Welshman running loose under U.S of A skies.

Need to share this. It cut me like a blade into the guts, but I have moved on. There will never be enough room in my heart to thank the likes of you and Gary. In redemption, Rob

Ah but Rob, I’m only a two generation back American. My people were boat people. LOL. I enjoy the diversity of cultures, obviously. It is how we progress as humans. Yes? All of my years in the Army further strengthened that belief.
Del and I are not rushing a wedding. And, we just may elope to Vegas when the time comes. So far we are still doing the airplane rides back and forth to see each other. (Jobs, etc… ) But the future is obviously obvious for us.
As for writing, I’m still hacking at what I hope is worthy reads. I look for like-minded writers such as yourself, that are into the crafting of it all. No fluff, no generic porn just for attention. I will take a handful of dedicated writers to surround myself with, because it betters me. It was a reward discovering your own material. And still is. Som thank you for the comradery.

Oh. This read makes me feel like molten lava. Truly. It’s not rushed and had me smiling the whole time I read it. I have not written in a while. Material like this gets me motivated. I wish I had 4 arms! I’d get more work done! Great nod to intimacy honey. This is fantastic! Love you:)

Reading this poem felt like stepping into a sanctuary where intimacy becomes devotion. Its language carries a quiet heat, dignified yet deeply stirring. “Your fingers are pilgrims” and “read me in cursive” stood out to me as moments of profound connection, not just passion. The closing image, “a candle still warm at the wick,” leaves a soft afterglow – a reminder that some encounters echo long after they’ve passed.

Wonderful comment, Romaj.
I’m finding some keen motivation here in Starsrite, to write what I hope to be quality reads. Include yourself in that motivation. You are a gifted writer.
The “warm at the wick” was my fav idea and carried this write for me. A snuffed candle, yet that served its purpose.

This is an outstanding, passionate and heart touching piece, Styxian! The imagery and the wording are brilliant! I love how you elevate your relationship to a higher spiritual level by using cross references to the divine, like the Psalms or the chalice!

Very muchly enjoyed sir .. Neville 😎👍

“I am yours, not for the night,
but for the echo it leaves in our bones.” This thought spoke to me Styxian. The whole of the poem did as well. There is a feel of REAL Love, the kind that shares not only the intimacy, but everything that life presents to both of you. A sharing that leads to a hold-fast bond. I don’t think many have this kind of shared connection, or this kind of love. You express it delicately as well as passionately. Really, nicely written Styxian.

-Curt

This was different! I like it. Like sitting on a hill in the evening, discussing the meandering reasons of life and such.

This poem is tender and full of wonder. I love how it moves from cosmic reflections to something deeply personal – turning starlight into a metaphor for love. The ending, where the “miracle” becomes the person themselves, is so heartfelt and beautiful.

To call your poem beautiful would be an affront and yet that is what it is. Beautiful and all the synonyms that follow. I earnestly hope we do return to the stars. Thank you for sharing this gently provocative piece!

Clay

This is brill and I aint talking fish neither .. Bravo RZ .. Neville 😎👍

Neville, you Brit, you!! I have heard that “brill’ description before and I need to thank you for it. I like this poem as well and knowing you don’t think it “stinks (fishy)” is indeed a nice compliment. Thank you.
-RZ

I first thought of writing the word “wow” in capital bold letters, with a trail of exclamation marks to follow. This one defies whatever I could conjure up to tell you how very much it moved me…heart and soul. I deeply loved the way you acknowledged the constellations. How mesmerizing it reads. How beautiful beyond words, it is!

Kelly
xo

WOW!!!!!!! ;0) Your comment, is, well, wonderful!! I like how this poem came out. It felt magical as I wrote it. And that you, Kelly, a marvelous poet yourself, found it mesmerizing, I am blushing. Thank you.

Curt
ox

The moon is slut colored red. Yes!!! Love this

hello dearest poet you make me wonder who you are I think you know me from DU…this is so full of hunger and passion ❤️ p.s there were only a few that really impressed me but clearly you are one…

I like how the poem moves beautifully from quiet whispers to a bold, sensual crescendo. The shift from the quiet “loneliness of lips” to the sudden, overwhelming urgency of the final lines is brilliant. I never would have thought to describe the moon as “slut coloured red” -that vivid, daring language perfectly captures the poem’s alive energy.

i love how you interpret my tatty words. you just may have inspired me to write something called ‘slut’. that word carries such negative connotations, but within the language lexicon, it is a universal desire scream. thank you romaj.

Art to me is polished work and imagination in the same brushstroke. The best art remains for generations. It effects people in a way they can see something in life that grabs them and holds them. This includes writing as well.

Nice one ~Relic~

You’re welcome, Curt (Redzone). And yes, It’s me. 🙂

Hi Fia, Relic is Tim’s pen name. He is one of the poets who has come here to SR from Writers Cafe. My real name is Curtis (Curt) and my pen name is redzone. Sorry if I have created any confusion.

Yes, I think we write for ourselves (be ourselves) because art comes from within us, from our imaginations or from our lives. But I also think it’s our way of communicating to others. We bare ourselves to the world when we post or get a book published or in the many other ways that our poems are seen by other people. Yes, poems are “vivid” and should be. They should grab us, hold us tight and make us feel, and see the world though other’s eyes. I used to paint, but haven’t done so for many years now. I think about picking up the brushes every so often.

Anyway, thank you Fia for sharing your views on art. And thank you for your visit to this poem, it’s much appreciated.
-Curt

Art is a place for me where I can become more myself. Vivid in each pen stroke. Whether its poetry or stories. ( I used to draw, but that ship has sailed.) Nice piece, Redzone. Sorry for the confusion

Powerfully penned, Curt. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thank you, Damian. And I appreciate your visit and comment. Both are muchly welcomed
-Curt