That Mad Ache

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Some of us have a need to feel the heartbeat of another

closer than words

not enough to possess a green lawn, metal chairs, bird feeder, smiling neighbors

would God smite those who despite their fortune, seek

a feeling indescribable and beyond safe?

As if skin were rent and removed and truly naked we stood

beseeching sullen Easter Island statues with their granite far away look

all those emotions burning within us like pins set aflame

rescued in the depths of your eyes, the glass of us tilted toward

setting sun and in elongation and distortion we thrive

maddened on the love of the other

where no amount of living could sate the need for discovering closer method

to gain entry into each others soul and remain there, clenched in joy

a place of belonging in a achingly cold world where

few things seem to gather meaning and much is lost when trees

drop their leaves in beds of autumn colors

I wish I had lived every hour of my life beneath you in the furnace

of our motion, when two hearts begin to forget they are separate

in my sleep I dream of your eyes and the words wrapped around me

I could not exist alone, walking dead streets with emptied stare

you are the life blood of my long sleep, I wake when you pass me by

the smell of your neck, how you speak with a slight downturn

to one side of your mouth as if amused

when you are gone, there is no tick in my tock nor

purpose to a day, I have spent too many years grieving lost things

you would be the last day on this earth worth waiting for

afterward we close our eyes and bid good night to this struggle

content that love has blessed us with one footfall, for many

never discover its map nor know how to open themselves

wide enough to enter a union where no one returns

we transform, as you and I, into bird and for our duration

sing from steeple high, the sound of us murmuring in dusk

transforming empty corners into circles

your hand on my stomach, mine beneath

that mad ache chanting her gentle balm

Some of us have a need to feel the heartbeat of another

closer than words

21 thoughts on “That Mad Ache

  1. How rare it is
    How sadly rare
    To be with another
    Naught but a naked
    Beating heart
    All armor forsaken
    All, not just clothing
    But skin and bony
    Cage of ribs
    And safe for all that
    For too many a fantasy
    Something in a song
    That makes them weep
    How surprising it is
    When it does happen
    And how utterly precious

  2. “you would be the last day on this earth worth waiting for
    afterward we close our eyes and bid good night to this struggle”

    I can only hope to have that person by my side at the end. ❤ this piece, Candice!

  3. I will now need to watch the movie. The trailer looks interesting. Thanks Candice for always propelling me into places I’ve not experienced before. 🙂

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