In your isolation,
Let me be the suffering,
Gently awaiting your silence,
As my arms adopt your own.
Your tears infatuate,
This darkness in my heart,
Finally beating,
As I nibble at your fears,
Begging you to cry.
Because I need to know,
You understand my sorrow.
And the secrets we endured,
Under sharpened ridicule,
Were not in vain.
Author notes
The original was much longer, but I chopped it down for the mercy of attention span.
I wish I could show it to you on paper though, very pretty looking. (I have trouble writing with a keyboard) Title?
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt by Angelflower.
600 points, ended August 22, 2008, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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The title is appropriate ...
nibble is rodent-like ... And: fit the category of dark and decay.
Well expressed.
Myra
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Bravo!!! I really loved this!! the flow was wonderful and the imagery very vivid and detailed!!!
you did such a wonderful job!! thank you very much for sharing this! umm as for the title, what about... "the understanding love"? Lol. a little long but I think it fits! 
Best of luck in the contest!!
Angel
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Thanks for the HM! You host some great contests.
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