Somber reflection lingers too long
Trailing fingers slender with longing
Through water caught twixt one breathe and the next
Watching in wakeful yearn
Steps distant that still
Hands move forward toward
But stop ere flesh yields to simple caress
No time like the present
Only place all wrong
…in heart flutter deep resonance
…”With you, all places are right.”
And only conviction keeps
To furtive looks
With bedroom eyes
see the sleep but not the flame beneath
We but look for a place to burn
I have a theory that I have seen played out over and over again in my life and in the lives of others. Maybe it’s me seeing patterns where none exist.
Maybe it is a glimpse between the seams.
In every relationship which results in love, there is a test. A moment where everything goes wrong. Some health issue, some natural disaster, some conflict that places enormous stress. How that test is weathered tests the strength of the love.
Some it shatters and the relationship falls apart.
Some it breaks and though unknown the relationship begins to dissolve. It may be mended bit most often it dies under its own weight. Or is buoyed along by complacency and comfortable.
Some it draws closer together. It creates from pain and destruction something new and strong. As it should be, the strongest creation is born from destruction.
This will happen within the first six months. The soft strains of music will begin to play behind the scenes. Each note bending around until the snap and catastrophe. In the silence, the people involved either build their own symphony or off key plucking or yield.
Maybe life is full of such moments. Maybe I’m just attuned to this type and so I see it. Maybe I’m mad.
Just a thought. A possibility.
I love you like a mad thing
straining at the leash
gnawing it’s own limbs to get to you
blood spattered maw from any that dare harm you.
But tongue lolling out and dancing around
happy as can be in your presence.
This physical, visceral need for you burns in my veins
I struggle against everything that keeps us apart.
Mouth open, I roar my defiance
until bled out
the last dregs of energy bleed away
and only my eyes plead
On the morn, where shadows bend
The oaks brought low by shatter frost wind
Brought tear to eye and skin to fear
These moments before I wake
I’m a madness, a slow infection burn
Fingertips dip through flesh
Trace nerve endings, drawn ragged breathe
And the sad whimpering ache of times passing