A Love So Deep

I want a love so deep that the earth feels compelled to let it lay its roots on her bosom so that she may water it with the essence of a woman. That its growth may multiply from within her and rise from the ground to catch its breath and take in the warmth of the sunlight above her.

I want a love so deep that it makes the angels, in their majesty, sit and stare wishing they were mortal like us. Wishing for the momentary forever we dance on, as opposed to the the eternity they were given from the beginning of time.

I want a love that is consuming. Passionate flames that scorch the skin it encounters. The kind of intensity that leaves me walking around with marks of our love.

I want imprints of our bedtime stories. Tattoos of where we started and road maps of territory still undiscovered.

I want the sparks flying in from open ways down our chimneys and rushing out through the cracks of our bedroom windows along with the scents our bodies ooze the moment they collide.

I want the dampness – the sweat. The biting of lips and holding of hands. The moaning through the early hours of the morning while our neighbors listen in envy to the squeaks of our mattress and the banging of wood against the walls.

I want the quiet, inviting, stares. The unexpected kiss that lands on my throat as I swallow the pleasure. The inclination towards the moment.

I want the learning of bodies. The vulnerability brought on not by our nakedness on the outside, but the one inside where neither one of us can hide from the other. The sharing of what our bodies deepest desires are and the safety that comes with sharing those very desires without the fear of judgement.

Behind 'A Love So Deep'

This piece is quite old. I almost completely forgot that I had written it because it was done on my old phone, which I broke beyond repair and had to replace with a new one. Thankfully, Apple’s iCloud is always out here doing good work and I recovered my backed-up files. The original version was quite wordy, but I have maintained the same feel from the start. The theme is love, a deep love. I am a sucker for romance and that comes out a lot in my work.

The poem is actually about sex or what the romantics call ‘making love’. However, I felt a little shy about writing something ‘erotic’ because I had never done it before. I decided to dress up my wild imagination with cleaner thoughts, instead of being raw.

In the beginning, I say “I want a love so deep that the earth feels compelled to let it lay its roots on her bosom…” referring to the idea of mother nature as the source of life and ultimately love, employing her to protect it, nurture it and allow it to grow even deeper. I imagine her molding this love into its purest form, the only way she can. I then begin to paint the picture of love making in a woman’s fantasy. *Note, the reader should be aware that the “I” in this piece is not necessarily the writer.

The line, “I want a love so deep that it makes the angels, in their majesty, sit and stare wishing they were mortal like us…” is in reference to the belief that there will not be any marriage in heaven. By saying that, I suggest that angels fall envious of our mortality because everything with human beings is finite, which makes us more beautiful. We can be here one moment and gone the next. I am not in any way suggesting that angels want to have sex. NO. That would be blasphemous, so let’s all please calm down.

The “marks of our love…. Imprints…. Tattoos of where we started and road maps of territory still undiscovered” I refer to are bruises, bites, back scratches, messy sheets and anything else the reader can think of from having wild, adventurous sex (for those who can relate).

“I want the dampness – the sweat”, was written with that Titanic scene in mind. Jack and Rose in the car, steamy windows. We all remember that one, right? But that isn’t the end. There are those “quiet, inviting, stares” I refer to, in between kisses that give off that idea of two lovers looking into each other’s souls and creating a shift in emotions. A deep connection is formed that neither can deny.

In the end, the lovers teach each other how they would like to be pleasured. They become vulnerable and share their wild, dirty fantasies freely because they have established that carefree closeness with each other.

- Lebo Bogatsu