If you let me, if I’d let myself
I’d mention you in every mouthful
Once, at 15, my father said; Stop talking about that girl, I think you’re obsessed!
I was, without yet acknowledging how deeply these things can go
Forget an arrow, your harnessing of me is a tattoo as inked as the one I already have
If you were a sadist you’d say; Good. Now crawl to me
I suspect I would.
Absence is a devour and every hour a little harder
It’s a tortured song locked inside my chest
Awaiting your key.
You, you, you, the bird who flies without feather
You, you, you, the permanent loan against my sanity.
In restless chamber of night, I wake feverish, imagining
Your cruel hands on me, the cull of my longing to lie
Beside you, above you, beneath you, inside you.
The funny thing is, you don’t try, you never have, it comes naturally
Like walking on hands or juggling, neither of which I ever mastered
As you master me with the flint in your eyes and the quiescence of your tongue
Sharp teeth catching against your damson lip, ragged once in a great while
I have become a collector of moments featuring you
The turn of your full cheek set against certain light, eloping into smile
I want to dose you with a spell that you’ll feel
A tenth, a quarter, a handful.
Even as you are a wild thing and I knew it then, as I know it now
A creature who enjoys the pin cushion of being desired
Each gentle intrusion bringing a little fresh blood
Painless for you
A hammer in my heart.
Underwing, in indigo darkness I envelop
My unspoken entreaty and braid it into my hair
With every twist, pulling tighter, for my darling, wishing is
Often pain.
So gorgeous ❤🔥❤
What can it be to be knowingly so desired and feel no burden of it, to take it for granted as the natural state of things?
But what is it to be the one desiring, I see, for you have written it.
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TheFeatheredSleep – Desire undimmed
I feel called out. Gorgeous.
The pain of unrequited love
A hammer in my heart…. oh Candice!! This really spoke deeply to me (as your pieces often do)… thank you for sharing this with us.
What the poet feels others simply emote without connecting it through the heart, to the mind, into words. They seem so purposefully distant, yet naturally attractive, beautiful, she (the poet) seeks to understand detachment, weaving feelings into (beautiful) words …
ah to understand detachment, that is a wonderful thought! You always provoke the best thoughts and considerations in my mind P.
Thank you my beautiful Snow Girl for your support – (waves at lovely photo)
ha ha ha! You make me laugh! 🙂
Thank you for the reblog dearest Bob
Thank you my brother
Happy to do it, and happy to see you writing and posting regularly. ❤
My mission! 😉
“wishing is often pain” SO TRUE!!! ❤
*blows kiss* my favorite desert queen! 😊
It’s so hard as I work seven days a week but I am really trying! xo
I know the feeling well, if not currently. I’m sure the rest of the results are as good as the poetry. Still, I hope you do get an occasional day off. ❤
❤️
I never wanted to be a workaholic.
Me neither, but times there have been when circumstances intervened. Here’s hoping the work load lightens up a bit.
❤