Untellable.
Playing with words again.
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Is it love or obsession
which takes an affair into the realms
of derilium ?
Steamy with untellable
dreams this feeling may reach extra
sensual dimensions.
By tossing objections
into great masses of ether as it heats
convention
to melting point may we then name it
obsession ?
Or would real love
yield to the inaudible crackle of highly
charged atmospheres ?
Could it stay sane
yet intoxicated or fly for days tasting
morsels of the surreal ?
When a sensation
races to sample stimulation again and
is hypnotically drawn
to lust's drugless narcotic is that which
remains frustration ?
Is it merely obsession
or could love be labelled unanswerable
or just masquerading ?
Is this I have written
quite understandable or have I to put
it an easier way ?
Quite understandable, Fay.And a truely lovely poem. Your questions seem to choreograph the meaning and essence of the 'unanswerable' love.
The untold truth has come out from Fay's question.
This playing with words piece is certainly one to ponder, Fay. I´m on the side of love..... I think.
I really like your questions ,love is a sort of obsession for sure ,tfs
Love seemingly obsessive cannot be classified under any category because love is elusive to any definite definition!
Purely beautifully written . I still think it is merely obsession but still, beautiful :D
If it's real love it's always walks the fine line of obsession. True love is when you find a friend on the other side.
It's love, definitely love, though, love can be an obsession, but, can an obsession be love? Oh, I'm all confused in the wake of your poetic, mind-engaging word-loving (or might that be word-obsessing) wonder. :)
Fay , your last stanza asks the unanswerable question...is it love or obsesion? Only the writer knows, and the reader has to guess...Maggie
A very enjoyable write Fay, I just loved your word play...excellent
Once we learn to love ourselves, there will be more and more people who will love us. Love should be universal-love not the lust love, because we cannot force anybody to love us if they do not want. So, what's remain? Be happy within your own soul and the whole world will help you to be more happy. After retirement I created so many hobbies, volunteer jobs, and where ever I pass I do my kindness, so I do not care if people love me back. I loved them first. This is not easy, but I love this feeling. Love you, wishing you the best.