Ratiocinative

You should write another piece

Nicely done words just flow right 5\5 ☆☆☆☆☆

"You extol the way I contemplate cellular regeneration
My avarice, you decry me as a coherent lover"

These are very wickedly clever opening lines and judging from its tone, this is going to be one heck of an edgy read.

"My desires are not furtive or indolent. Must I prove how inept I am of surrender?"

In this line, the poet shows how much they want to be with their lover. However, the "question mark" seems to signify ambiguity, awkwardness, and unwillingness as if they are force to prove it. But as the poem continues, the poet begins to talk persuasively and irresistibly (repeating "I dream" and "your body" noticeably) by showering their lover with compliments and flattery. "And I have hungered for your touch" is definitely the turning point of this poem, the ending is just expected as it is, sarcasm.

I enjoyed reading this poem so much. It is not like every day you are going to encounter this type of poem (of verbal irony) on here. Excellent piece.

The best pieces are the ones where we put our hearts on the paper, not a form or a flow. This is raw, and emotional and just right. Thank you for sharing. *hugs* -Nik

So George...here are my thoughts...

You extol the way I contemplate cellular regeneration
My avarice, you decry me as a coherent lover

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This is way to technical for a love poem....if it had been written for me I would have been turned right off by now..

My desires are not furtive or indolent. Must I prove how inept I am of surrender?

I dream of bliss. I dream of your skin as fire. My tongue, tracing your bare spine. And your moist lips locked between my feral teeth.

I dream of infinity. I dream of your soul as home. Of your breasts resting upon my chest. Legs intertwined under layers of feather weight fabric.

I dream of rain. I dream of your body as the Ocean. My fingers running through your hair, and your eye lids as a shutter eclipse before hazel iris.

I dream of storms. I dream of your body as a Desert. Of your footprints upon sand dunes, and your silhouette as the midnight skies.

Green are the lands that you grace. Cleansed are those rivers you bathe in. Lavished are your feet with anklets of fireflies, your arms with vines of emerald. The purest thought you are of the living cosmos, despot reincarnation. You are divinity in the flux of time, and I have hungered for your touch.

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The whole content of the poem was lovely and...it's what a love poem really should be about....some really nice words in most of this verse.

You extol the way I interpret anomalies.
Yet still my avarice, you decry me as a coherent lover

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and...then you go back to your old self?..I know you like big words but....for a love poem....just keeping it simple wins every time?