Close Encounter

Hmmmm. Lonnie! Not your usual style, but loved it and the poem. I do hope that this is poetic license, and that the ecstasy is a reoccurring event, though there is nothing like the first time, eh? Love the title too. ~A "The plain man is familiar with blindness and deafness, and knows from his everyday experience that the look of things is influenced by his senses, but it never occurs to him to regard the whole world as a creation of his senses." ~ Ernst Mach

And you have caught it, with this fine write. Man, this is an encounter in itself. You have flair, thats for sure. Final word, WOW. Love to you and yours. Lyz. XX

Very different for you seductive to the max yet very tastefully worded. Leaving the readers imagination open to wander lol. Nicely done. Now PLEASE write something terrible so I can go on a tear about your writing? Me

All I can say is Chrys is a lucky woman 'waves Chrys lol' damn this is different for you but its superb poetry bravo love and hugs to you both JayCee ("Quote:- Death is the great adventure beside which moon landings and space trips pale into insignificance. Addison Joseph")

What an awesome description of ecstasy I hope you will feel again. Fantastic! It's always great to be able to write in a totally different style! Lucky "Chrys". I'm jealous! Hugs, Jhena

very clever Lonnie... S E X Y ! Ells x

I remember the first I read of yours, Looking at Pictures. I enjoyed it immensely as well, I know you say you were not sure of this one, but mate, you have succeeded in writing a brilliant piece. You have dabbled and delighted, what more can I add except thanks for sharing. Love to you and Chrys. Lyz. XX

Lonnie Close encounter not many have I known but when you experience such you meld into the universe of the inner and outer self. Each time is different and so hard to describe such intense feelings I am glad you have both been blessed Just a reminder of what I too would like to experience again maybe some day Great incite to another world always Electric Blue so blue

and certainly successfully. the stanza Angels screamed, Gods cursed, and Demons prayed, as we tore the Cosmos, making it anew with the union of our flesh is just sublime in raw male yet tantric sexuality. But. You know I would not be your honest friend and critic if I didn't point out that to me the line each feeling the other’s emotions, stands out like a sore thumb. Somehow prosaic, a let down poetically even though thematically it fits. Perhaps leave it out altogether? Afterwards, we cried, feeling, knowing full well that such rapture would never be felt again what do you think? Cheers, Jess, Reprehensibly irrepressible, "the alleged short-cut to knowledge, which is faith, is only a short-circuit destroying the mind." [Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged]