An Ocean Apart (poetry monthly)


By Ed Crane
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An ocean separates
our bodies, but the fire
they feel burns like
underground lava.
Flavours of secrets
linger on our tongues
stoking embers
ever ready to ignite
into white heat.
Skin; fingers; tongues
share collective memories
of wild sensations crashing
over our bodies. Nerve
endings electrified;
pinnacle reached.
Satisfactions recalled
alone . . . until
we meet again.
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oceans apart. But I guess we
oceans apart. But I guess we come close when we think of others.
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Even borders are no barriers
Even borders are no barriers where passion can be so easily ignighted by the senses. After the 'satisfaction' achieved alone, the last line can be taken in a couple of ways. Either - alone until we meet again, or - as in signing out - until we meet again...
'Flavours from secret places linger...' I wasn't keen on secret places, and wanted to read for some reason, the flavour of secrets. The word linger is clever here, though, I thought. Orgasmic poem without being too icky.
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'Recalled alone' is perfect.
'Recalled alone' is perfect. The changes you've made, Ed, have turned your poem more in the direction of the love aspect without in any way removing the passion. I think it's beautiful. Would be lovely to receive this poem accross an ocean - but I liked until we meet again, best.
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It does work, Ed. But I think
It does work, Ed. But I think the first has more / is more of a promise, and in keeping with the mood. Glad it's back!
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Passionate and magnetic.
Passionate and magnetic.
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Yes, you have avoided the
Yes, you have avoided the cliches. Skin fingers tongues and flavours of secrets are lush lines. I really like this.
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