I leave a stain on my letter to you, with the tinny ring of my mug
tea left cold when you called and I ran out
following your voice like a siren, heedless of consequence
you are the devour of my hesitation, I hesitate never when you call
side-stepping consequence like a brothel, seeking your presence as a sinner
looks for absolution and a saint kneels until it hurts, my ache is so
deeply laid it could not be recovered, even if they brought chains
here, streets bleed violet in shuttered neon blink
nights deepest scold rests
we take the ferry out into pelagic wake
afloat on silence, illumination veiled
your forearms, muscular against thin wrists
beneath sturgeon moon we shift like light
particulate drawn by shivering lodestone
less tender than impassioned
time, her death-and-gloried face
far flung from our observance, no more
liturgy of unspoken entreaties
there are no other words for your mouth
it is placed on your face like a torment, a
famine to touch, never stop craving, its perfect
shape
suddenly it is midnight on the water, my body
sore from your touch, we watch in hush
dark silhouettes take on life
their grave countenance
caught briefly by moon peel
as glossy as the pearl of your face
incandescent as we pass by
our hands entwined
we may be invisible compared to
the rest, but here, here we
exist.
I’m a one man woman myself!
This . . .
“illumination veiled
your forearms, muscular against thin wrists
beneath sturgeon moon we shift like light
particulate drawn by shivering lodestone
less tender than impassioned
time, her death-and-gloried face
far flung from our observance, no more
liturgy of unspoken entreaties
there are no other words for your mouth
it is placed on your face like a torment, a
famine to touch, never stop craving, its perfect
shape”
is epic writing, Candice. I truly love this poem.
Your language is breathtakingly beautiful, I love the way you have structured it, which adds to its lyricism:
“sore from your touch, we watch in hush
dark silhouettes take on life
their grave countenance
caught briefly by moon peel
as glossy as the pearl of your face“
A call from without
Answers
A deeper from within
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TheFeatheredSleep – running to existence
Lovely! ❤
Thank you so much dearest Ogden!
Yes exactly! thank you for reading dearest B
Thank you so much and I love the interpretation you are as always, absolutely.
Dearest In mind & out. Thank you so much both for reading and for your lovely comment. I really appreciate you & taking the time to read my writing & comment. Thank you!
My FRIEND (think shining bright flashing lights around your name & the word friend) thank you for reading this. Thank you for being you. Thank you for supporting me. I truly love it when you do & I return it in kind, with silver & gold & bronze for all the years of our friendship to come.
Viva one men women! 😉 Viva one woman women too 😉
So welcome! I do try to let you lead me to the heart of the poem. 🙂
💙 You are most welcome.
Thank you for always taking the time to support others. It is without doubt your best superpower and also your deepest humanity and many could take a leaf out of your book. You may want to read my post of today it mentions you indirectly and a lesson I learned from you xo
Peace, you. I’ll be reading when I’m home and settled from the day. And, thank you.
I meant to say, I am wishing you a better day but that goes without saying as you know you are always in my prayers and thoughts and heart
💙