Wednesday, 25 January 2012
So i wonder
if the parting is worth all the pain
is the suffering
of this succulent need all in vain,
can it be
that we two can rekindle that token
the light of that first dawn left broken.
Will we learn
how to twist this soul burning fire
into something else
other than a fervent desire.
while your dark skin, slipped in, and covered me,
In your absence
I was rapt in a pure secret fantasy.
Dark and slow,
will we learn, how to live and be free,
to let go,
of the jaws of that grasping monstrosity,
into arms as we float down this stream,
what in love we once found in a dream.
each ecstatic, blind panicked, suffering,
where these once broken wings are left hovering,
is a trick
that neither, ever quite managed,
all we left
were two souls entwined but still damaged.
So in love,
that has flowed through my soul since we met,
every tower and wall that was set,
brick by brick,
in a place that i built in the dark,
in the bright bloody pools of my heart.
In the end,
when the silence is all we are left,
will we know
how to turn out these hearts left bereft,
or in doubt
torn in two, by each dark naked moment
will the scorn
burn a hole like a coal in each torment.
All the pain
metamorphosized now in this union
born of art
a creatively transformed communion
is a bridge
and a lift that has taken us higher
the sad sullied pangs of desire.
In that stand,
we might find we can never go back,
hold my hand,
and together we'll walk down this track
so in time
we might follow the cracks of this break
what we lost in that dark distant heartache.
© Richard Michael Parker 2012
Posted by RMP at 08:08