A fortnight in waiting,
your breath
was palpating
as I held you
in my arms.
In your room,
that secret refuge,
you struggle with
all the currents in you:
Canine lusts,
Vampiric hungers,
Craves of viper strikes,
Daily power tools.
More is not enough
To fill the dry well.
Thunder and hail,
severed extremities,
blades and blood,
and horror of worsts -
intimate love,
keep you in
sleep twilight,
where light is garish
all sound is cacophony,
tactile defensiveness
an embattlement
rampart to love.
Longing for intimacy,
your great terror within,
and the verdant garden
of your soul,
you flee in panic,
and no longer
know why.
Where running
is its own end.
In your moment
where your heart
cries your longing,
you write with
the ink tears of
your unspoken hope.
When unconscious
you meld into me,
your heart stripped
of your
sentient mind’s’
confusion and dread.
Now you are awake,
and have returned to
your walking coma.
Conscious, you fortify
your withered heart.
Your ponderable fear
of giving me your love
Curls you into
an exoskeleton's
garrisoned soul.
No bondage
Can tether you from
Your feral escape.
Author notes
prompt: 6)Write about how all of these failed relationships would change your view on love and the world. Wouldyou cry, hide, be angry? ect.
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Comments
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thank you for entering! this is a great piece! I really like it! you did a great job here and good luck in the contest
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Nice symbolism. Luvz it!(obviously
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I do see this as sensual but I also see the fear in the last two stanzas.. the closing off of emotion after sensual intimacy... you have expressed this perfectly... do not edit!!!!! lol
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WOW!!! This is fantastic... what a very sensual piece this is that is done so creatively..
I LOVE it!
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