#dyad - Hello Poetry

A Dyad of Love… <> for my friend, Poetoftheway, whose love stories chipped this one off the stoneface of ancien memories.. <> The dyad definition is the close relationship of two people over a long period with many interactions in different settings. The most basic requirement for dyad sociology is that there are two members of the group. The dyadic communication definition pertains to how the two group members interact with each other. <> What business is this! **Curmudgeon crusty old man, go back to bed, it’s early morn, and you’ve got no business, any more, writing of trances of love dyads!** the vague recall of the vagaries of complete surrender to a state of captivity, a single star of devoted adoration ‘of the lovers, by the lovers, for the lovers,’ which ties us up helpless, forming bonds that crazy stretch in ways that cannot be but are, these recollections bare~remembered, of driving through the night, to capture one more moment of love~light~night, before life’s necessity imposed an unthinkable, a separate conscious that made the chest groan out loud with alternating currents of elation and a loss, that collapses and coalesces and grows beyond unbearable… no reason to step back to that dyad, when the world was defined by sideways glances that thrilled, oh my god, all control lost, every sonnet, every song on the radio was written exclusively for your telescopic universe of microscopic mutual gravity and you two misspell words with unconscious rapport, soul and sole used side by side easy interchangeably, and no else can perceive the lack of definition, where the amoeba bodies merge into a single cell unity… and seeings new composition merge, a blending, exact, the world is comme il faut, as it must be, properly… not yet Seven AM, and you sputter and weep, teary eyed of memory of seconds of a single days helping, when you understood the meaning of peaks, and nothing of valleys, and the unthinkable did not exist, and the one next to you sleeps soundly secured by the knowledge, fervent belief, that you will be there to welcome her back to life, with smilies of smiles, fresh coffee, and fingers that soothe the temples, erasing all that need not be remembered, not now, not today, and the old man whimpers with delight at these, his very own words, that drifted from his consciousness, unexpectedly, just because he stumbled on that very old word, dyad, with its multiplicity of shadings, but! a singular expression, so all encompassing that he must cease to compose for his eyes are too blurred to see…

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Jul 23, 2024

Jul 23, 2024 at 7:14 AM UTC

nat-lipstadt

A Dyad of Love...

A Dyad of Love… <> for my friend, Poetoftheway, whose love stories chipped this one off the stoneface of ancien memories.. <> The dyad definition is the close relationship of two people over a long period with many interactions in different settings. The most basic requirement for dyad sociology is that there are two members of the group. The dyadic communication definition pertains to how the two group members interact with each other. <> What business is this! **Curmudgeon crusty old man, go back to bed, it’s early morn, and you’ve got no business, any more, writing of trances of love dyads!** the vague recall of the vagaries of complete surrender to a state of captivity, a single star of devoted adoration ‘of the lovers, by the lovers, for the lovers,’ which ties us up helpless, forming bonds that crazy stretch in ways that cannot be but are, these recollections bare~remembered, of driving through the night, to capture one more moment of love~light~night, before life’s necessity imposed an unthinkable, a separate conscious that made the chest groan out loud with alternating currents of elation and a loss, that collapses and coalesces and grows beyond unbearable… no reason to step back to that dyad, when the world was defined by sideways glances that thrilled, oh my god, all control lost, every sonnet, every song on the radio was written exclusively for your telescopic universe of microscopic mutual gravity and you two misspell words with unconscious rapport, soul and sole used side by side easy interchangeably, and no else can perceive the lack of definition, where the amoeba bodies merge into a single cell unity… and seeings new composition merge, a blending, exact, the world is comme il faut, as it must be, properly… not yet Seven AM, and you sputter and weep, teary eyed of memory of seconds of a single days helping, when you understood the meaning of peaks, and nothing of valleys, and the unthinkable did not exist, and the one next to you sleeps soundly secured by the knowledge, fervent belief, that you will be there to welcome her back to life, with smilies of smiles, fresh coffee, and fingers that soothe the temples, erasing all that need not be remembered, not now, not today, and the old man whimpers with delight at these, his very own words, that drifted from his consciousness, unexpectedly, just because he stumbled on that very old word, dyad, with its multiplicity of shadings, but! a singular expression, so all encompassing that he must cease to compose for his eyes are too blurred to see…