It all Starts in the Mind

It was in the gym, where she met him
The bulging, dark charm trickling wet
Of alchemy so appeasing
Abashing smiles that kept teasing

Eyes engaged and conveyed
Words, when one comprehends, have no value
As stolen glances performed the act
As thieves being caught in the act

Each droplet of sweat sent a ray
Eroding body to body communication
Fantasy took heed, crude Imagination

He came riding on the bay
Where crimson skies met black lands
Vibrating the essence of her chalet
A delight for her appetite

Fiction set in motion
Staged with erotica
That scripted in detail
Solitary joys above that ocean

She loved how he craved her
Like many others did
Yet he was the one to take her
To her kindled bed

Now he’d call, now he’d come
Now he’d carry her inside
And now he’d tear her sheer silk
Into the lush of her entwine

He was much younger than her
And she was with a name
A prestige
Reality drew the line

Yet fantasy had no binding limits
In a hunger so immense
Do you know what joy caries
Retrieved confidence?

Until that night when hell broke loose
On pink suspenders atop his bed
Calming the oceans that broke
The fast of a recluse

Days and nights were spent
Or rather overspent
The little fiction came to a life
Of lustful surveillance

But being a man of conscience
He couldn’t continue the part
Although she assured the other
Was just an identity card

He went East fetching true love
And she West

Devouring luscious wine
She couldn’t have forsaken
As she went shopping for a clone
And soon had replaced him


12 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Intlxpatr
    Oct 15, 2006 @ 06:03:11

    Holy Smokes! Sure didn’t anticipate that ending!


  2. bosale7
    Oct 15, 2006 @ 12:36:08

    She loved how he craved her
    Like many others did

    كلام كبير ….

    رائع جدا اختيار الكلمات وتسلسل الاحاسيس



  3. soud
    Oct 15, 2006 @ 14:25:45

    Now he’d call, now he’d come

    I will join gym today maybe I will met her

    Wonderful words and beautiful 🙂


  4. ummel3yal
    Oct 15, 2006 @ 22:56:38


    Why keep the name?!


  5. Proletarian
    Oct 16, 2006 @ 07:52:00

    Holy moly!!!
    That’s deep, waw


  6. AyyA
    Oct 16, 2006 @ 12:50:10

    The ending was the whole point if you pay attention to the title 😉
    Glad to have you here and wish to see more of your insights 🙂

    Inta li kibeeeeeeeer 🙂

    And I’m sure you’d find her there, not a very bad incentive to go to the gym ha? 😉

    Curiosity killed the cat, heheheee ;p
    No the point is that everything starts at the mind, even a hermit can develop into a prostitute if she works it out in her head.

    I am a deep person 😉


  7. AyyA
    Oct 16, 2006 @ 18:20:10


    On a second thought, you are right, this point may distract the essence of the poem and make it lose it’s substance. I fixed that part in the poem by adding the line: A prestige.
    I love you :*


  8. ummel3yal
    Oct 17, 2006 @ 02:13:11

    LOL .. Better 😉

    Love you 3 ;*


  9. Intlxpatr
    Oct 17, 2006 @ 04:10:25

    Hummmm. . .. I think “the bulging. . . . ” distracted me from the title. (ROFL) . . .you have a gift for hooking the reader and taking him/her all the way! 😉


  10. AyyA
    Oct 17, 2006 @ 14:24:20

    Well, bulging is tempting, so I don’t blame you 😉
    Thanks sweetie


  11. AyyA
    Oct 17, 2006 @ 14:45:01

    Ok, I think it was my mistake; may be I should have had a note for non-locals so that they can comprehend the poem better. You see; in this region divorce is socially considered a taboo, interpersonal relationship in marriages are not as important as keeping one’s status in the society. Women who do not find their fulfillments in marriages have to sacrifice for the sake of keeping the family and keeping one’s prestige in the society. I remember when I had this problem with my marriage a lot of very close people, from nicely brought up families asked me to have a secret lover (they even suggested a few candidates LOL) but not to leave my husband and most importantly my house. I know, for you this may sound absurd, yet, it is done. But I’m not generalizing here in any way, I’m just getting to the head of those women who decided to take this direction, I hope this cleared the subject more.


  12. Intlxpatr
    Oct 17, 2006 @ 18:35:11

    Yes, I wasn’t reading the poem on that level at all . . .and you gave a lot of clarity with your explanation, thank you.

    And the differences in marriage re culture may be more a matter of degree and motivation than of substance . . .there are certainly parallels.

    I’m learning a lot reading your blog. You are right, in some ways, you think differently. It’s exercise, trying to wrap my mind around it. Good exercise!


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