"Having tasted again
From the forbidden tree."

I find this a really fascinating line, since what the tree gave that was forbidden was knowledge. That, in the end, seems to be what you've finally found in this person and this love...knowledge of her different faces through understanding and not drowning. Your poems always blow me away. I secretly hope, out of jealousy, that these have been hammered out over years, and you're simply pulling them out of your treasure chest. But most likely, you're writing them as you go, and you're just that f#@*ing talented. Hated and Rated.

Sounds like you're in love. --rated--

I hope new never gets old.

This was a pleasure to read. Thank you.

Jimenace, I love this - could totally hear this as a dance mix . . . very hot!

yeow - that is good - now I'm going to find my man - thanks!

This is really great, sensual imagery! I really liked it.

Sounds like you've arrived at the promised land my friend.

WalkAwayHappy - Thank you for the kind comment!

Noahvose - Thank you for hating it so much! lol That was a cool disection of the poem and spot on for me. I write the poems in one sitting - but - the problem is trying to catch one as it buzzzes by! Sometimes it takes me days or weeks or months to pin one down successfully without garbling it :) Thanks for calling my collection a treasure chest.

Mr. Mustard – Thanks for the visit! I’m in love with the thought of her just now. The idea. No one there at the moment.

Ablonde – I hope so as well, we will see.

Jane smithie – Thank you so much.

Natalie B – I appreciate your kind comments and am glad you liked it.

Owl_Says_Who – That sounds like an idea! Thanks for dropping by and commenting kindly.

Y Heron – I hope you found your man lol – thanks!

DeliaBlack – Loved your interview thoughts! Thank you for dropping by and the kind comments.

Newton! – I’m still looking for that land. Today I feel like I will get ‘only to glimpse it from afar’ and never truly walk there.

You all’s comments and support keep the thoughts alive. I sincerely wonder at the sheer ‘Joy’ I get when I see you all commenting on here and enjoying something I wrote. It is almost disproportional to… heck I don’t know lol – The feeling is awesome. I hope that doesn’t make me weird. A Blog Hooker, maybe, but not weird…

Peece!
DavidJ

Que bonita! She is one lucky girl-- you got talent, mister.

(Noah's comment gave me a laugh, too:)

Thank you dharma! Oh, if you see her, tell her I'm still waiting at our secret spot.
peece,
dj

remind your girlfriend/wife shes lucky :)

It also "feels so new" to read such a lovely poem. ¡Me gusta mucho, hombre!

Barbara Anne - She is a bit ethereal right now :) But if I see her, i will let her know.

Yekdeli - gracias! :) I appreciate the kind words.

Peece!
dj

jim,
hm. i sense a ....change here. "understanding you, finally listening, and not drowning you..." No embrace of the ....dark, here. Embrace of a ...real woman. As real as she lets you see, of course..."different faces" indeed...
Tho: the forbidden tree! Treeman is back. Glad to see.
Why is it forbidden? Or is it just....forgotten, i sometimes wonder. Alot of things we've forgotten

when we turned into a society of efficient speedy well-proportioned ants, no? Just insectile instincts...oh, some mammaliam stuff breaks through now & then, but it is squarely analyzed & denounced softly...ach. "Special" mammalian powers, super-primate? Forget it.Pay your mortgage & shut up...ha

very very nice....jimenace in a romantic flurry, eh?

A memory is a picture that can never be duplicated. Your images with words however, are magnificent.

Thanks James! I guess the romantic flurry is somewhat prompted by the real She, just out of reach. That and some really deep thoughts about Love and Love. Not the stereotypical love is love - the strong, powerful, spoke the world with a word Love is Love type lol :) I don't know, it makes me really happy to just Truly live that thought for the moment, even though I am not in a relationship - it feels like I am, eh?

Cartouche! - your comments are always balms on a bad day and warm currents on days when I'm already flying. xoxo

peece,
dj

J--so lovely, this feels new. This may now be the favorite. I am so happy you have shared.

Scupper :) a sincere thank you and xoxo's - like the fact that they contend for faves.

peece,
dj

Finally listening,
And not drowning you.

Nice.

Hello, "Hello,"she lied! Thank you for the comment. Last night’s midnight tryst on your blog made me think I dreamt it all lol - it was late and I was still reading posts deep into the night. I thought there was another post in there with a one liner, then all of a sudden....birds. LOL I thought I may have misplaced my last marble finally.

peece!
dj

Jimenace.
It takes no 'lil shyness to reveal that wonderful tryst.
IF I do declare, She said:`You can look, but no touch.
IF Ya wake me up, I'll forbid you. No comment @ Salon.
What's she know?
I no comment now.
I no plan comment.
No look at Ya snore.
A spit dribble on chin.
Ugh. She a bad lawyer.

Arthur James - thank you for dropping by, :) Your comments always sparkle for some odd reason. Yeah, it was a 'show and go' post that I was lucky enough to comment on last night lol.

I don't quite know what happened - thought that I left a comment early this morning, but apparently didn't. This is a beautifully crafted piece. I love this stanza:

When I touch you
In secret places,
As I trace my fingers
Across your different faces.

It says so much about loving the whole of a person.

I also love the line, Se siente tan nuevo. It's so beautiful in Spanish.

Thank you for this piece!

Shivaun Nestor - Thank you so much for your words. I really like to hear the feedback. I have that same issue as well! I thought I posted a comment only to come back and not see it later. I thought I offended the person and PM'ed him with details as to why I had written that response and what it meant - at length - only to be told he had no clue what I was saying lol.

Yes, thank you very much for visiting and your kind words :)
peece,
dj

"I thought there was another post in there with a one liner, then all of a sudden....birds. LOL I thought I may have misplaced my last marble finally."

Here's your missing marble:

"What do you want me to say?"
"Anything but that."

I replaced it with the birds because I'd rather laugh than bleed.

"Hello," She lied, Understood - although I've been known to laugh while bleeding... *sigh*

peece,
dj

Woah!!!! This is an extraordinarily beautiful poem - It floats into the psyche like a vague whisper, careful yet confident within the new depth of perception of the strange realities of love...I especially love:

Se siente tan nuevo
When I touch you
In secret places,
As I trace my fingers
Across your different faces.

This is breathtakinginly exquisite and thought provoking, feeling evoking writing, Jimenace! (Rated)

Angelique simonetta ! :)

I appreciate you always, and i love your art - yes, it does push me right over the edge. XoxO

peece,
dj

Thx! BTW: I posted a new poem today (Sat.) but don't know how to alert people so am letting you know here in case you want to check it out (Southward) - A.S.

Que lindo! I hadn't seen this earlier...it's a wonderful place to be, even if only in one's mind sometimes...

Angelique - sent you a PM :)

Besitos, Wordsmith... siempre. thanks for coming by! :)

Lovely and delicate, like the perfume of wysteria floating in the air.

Thank you for leading me to your poetry, which left me with a smile on my lips.

What a rich and deep experience, your piece. Makes me want to eat chocolate and sip expensive scotch...and have sex. Yep, that too.

Chocolate with Almonds - thank you for the insight and kind words! I am glad you liked it and took the time to drop by. :)

Beth Mann - Yep - that has to be The reaction I was aiming for; Powerful and potentially orgasmic. Thank you much!

Peece!
dj

Absolutely love this! Jimenace, your comment "the problem is trying to catch one as it buzzzes by!" reminds me of a TED talk I heard on nurturing creativity by Elizabeth Gilbert. You can hear it @ http://www.ted.com/index.php/talks/elizabeth_gilbert_on_genius.html

Do you ever perform your pieces as slam poetry? Of course, this one feels more like it should be whispered than shouted.

The sweet intimacy captured in this poem reminds me of Galway Kinnell’s “After Making Love We Hear Footsteps” (complete text below).

Thanks for your sensitive soul, for finding a way to take the familiar and make it, once again, new.

—Melissa

After Making Love We Hear Footsteps
by Galway Kinnell

For I can snore like a bullhorn
or play loud music
or sit up talking with any reasonably sober Irishman
and Fergus will only sink deeper
into his dreamless sleep, which goes by all in one flash,
but let there be that heavy breathing
or a stifled come-cry anywhere in the house
and he will wrench himself awake
and make for it on the run - as now, we lie together,
after making love, quiet, touching along the length of our bodies,
familiar touch of the long-married,
and he appears - in his baseball pajamas, it happens,
the neck opening so small
he has to screw them on, which one day may make him wonder
about the mental capacity of baseball players -
and flops down between us and hugs us and snuggles himself to sleep,
his face gleaming with satisfaction at being this very child.

In the half darkness we look at each other
and smile
and touch arms across his little, startling muscled body -
this one whom habit of memory propels to the ground of his making,
sleeper only the mortal sounds can sing awake,
this blessing love gives again into our arms.

Zashin – thank you so much for dropping by. I looked at the link and saw the video. I’ve seen it before and was impressed by her. There is a post about it here.

There are dissenting opinions on it but I made a comment there to the effect of:

Thank you - I thought her speech was amazing - appealed to the 'fuzzy' in me, I suppose. As to why we went from attributing creative success to an outside force to internalizing the anguish? My 'two pesos': Ever try to draw with welder's gloves on? Ever attempted to sing whilst sporting a gas mask? Ever try to read a book 16 Patron shots into the night....errrmm... yeah. I think we finally figured out that we needed to be closer to the tools and closer to the pools of creativity if we were to truly plumb their depths and embrace creative genius. Unfortunately, for most of us, we didn't realize the tools were lava hot and that the pools were slightly acidic... Still - it seems well worth the price at times when we make it out of that pool sans a few fingers and toes with a sackfull of treasures that had never seen the light of day.

Peece!

Metaness! – Pleased as always to read you both :) I appreciate your time and kind comments! Excellent poem – That has to be one of the best side effects of this site for me, getting to see other’s takes and poem recommendations. Love that!

Peece!

DJ

Ah! as far as spoken word - or slam - I did do that to one of my earlier posts, from 'before' (read as 'removed the post' lol) I think I will try and post it again :) it's jsut a little daunting to do using only a self recorder (digital note taker) but it kinda worked the first time...

peece,
dj

Perfect, romantic, sexy, tender... perfect.

Oh my God, this is such a beautiful poem! I love it, I really do. Thanks for posting.

Marcela K - thank you so much! You are too kind :)

Michelle Fergenson - thank you so much for the kind words and droppin' by, peace to you and yours!

peece!
dj