-- Primal Desire --
by John Herlihy
What about the primal desire of which we seldom speak,
Found among kings and queens, paupers and the meek.
A powerful urge within us that the body secretly craves,
An oceanic impulse that surges onward with tidal waves.
The oft-busy mind caught in a net with such singular focus,
Thinking of nothing else, as if driven by a swarm of locus.
The body at the mercy to the insistence of this primal urge,
The blood a flooded river to relentlessly in the veins surge.
A random meeting, a secret encounter, somehow life arranges,
A moment of utter intimacy found in the company of strangers.
To sit right on a barstool with seeking eyes ever on the prowl,
To find someone, anyone, give voice to the primal urge to howl.
Oh, for the days of innocence before pre-adolescent puberty,
When daylight filled our lives with its sweet, guileless virginity.
Eventually, the naked drive channeled into the desire for love,
To find true love, to be one with another, as a hand in a glove.
To shower the beloved with kisses, to anoint with love and bless,
Blinded by the lover, to whisper sweet nothings, the body to caress.
When finished, left alone again, as a wrung dishrag left behind,
The body wonders what happened within the labyrinth of the mind.
The unification of body and soul in a manner without measure,
To unveil the mystery of desire and love found in a cave as treasure.
Afterwards, with breath and heartbeat normal, a sense of release,
The body gives up its ghost to the spirit in an act of profound peace.
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Copyright ©John Herlihy
Saturday 16 March 2024
Primal desire. Hmmm.
Romance aside, the term primal desire shouldn't exist exclusively as a label for a profound physical itch, no emotional strings attached. For some I suppose it does. Then there are some for whom the primal desire is strictly for emotional fulfillment, no physical strings attached.
For many of us, however, the primal desire is for something that balances both. Sometimes it may lean to one side or the other, but always it returns to center. And that, gentlemen, is what this romance writer calls love.
Rebecca
The movies portray the urge often as criminal rape or in rapid engagements choreographed to show the viewer just enough to make the movie sell. It is that very primal urge that you refer to that makes many movies, books and other forms of media sell, simply because of their forbidden qualities. We all know that porn sites are visited online than any other sites even though they portray sex in the most unnatural way.
Thanks for sharing something that most seem to fear post.
Ron