how insanely quiescent
this self insensate seeming
while steaming beneath
layers of trembling flesh
nerves so tightly woven
that cloven hooves could
tearing trample across them
without breaking through
my lips ungraciously sealed
against secrets slipping
conveying untimely truths
when all I simply desire
is your name choir like
to bellow from the chastest
steeples of this salty city’s
mighty temple shimmering
would such an overly eager
announcement truly make
this bemusèd earth to tremble
the heavens to rage in protest
the streets their maws to open
and swallow innocuous crowds
of he and she who see only
what their own hearts desire
and even if that were so
would it really be
so much to ask
Salt Lake City 21 May 2012
George Ellington 
George–I have fallen in love with your poetry. How not, when you write lines like these–when all I simply desire
is your name choir like
to bellow from the chastest
steeples of this salty city’s
mighty temple shimmering
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Thank you, Susan. You are so encouraging. I was actually having trouble with that very line that you quoted, in fact. I tried using different words for “sing,” but did not want to give the impression that I somehow see this love of mine as comparable to religious reverence. It is not; it is a very real, very human love, one that touches heart and soul and body as one. So while I thought it might seem somewhat bestial to say, I thought it best to use “bellow” to capture that quality. … Ah, my mind does wander so.
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Keep wandering–its wonderful!
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Pure love calls out. You have kept the gist and beauty. The way you pour out your emotions in first and third stanza is impeccable and last few lines bestow much presence of your soul speaking directly from the top. Every word is to be treasured.
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You are so very kind, Pawan. Your words do touch my heart, my friend.
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