Monologue of a Torn SheetA Poem by Crimson_ishAfter months of seclusion, dealing with metamorphosis of art and life, I accepted the delirium of changing style, and changing perception. This poem, is a soundless shatter wrapped in ambiguity. Monologue of a Torn Sheet. Maa, Tonight I'm acquiescent, My thoughts reel independent Of script in my veins. Desires are evasive, Delusion is a line I've coddled. I yearn to hold him close, mum, Feel his hand caress my pulse, And watch the night intoxicate his eyes. I imagine his mouth hunger on my breath, Fingers willingly entangle in my hair, And I see my hands merge with his skin, Resting on his neck, lips sealing a wayward vein. My scent melts with his beating heart, And I'm annihilated into colours, ma. Mum, I shiver to his whispers, His moan on my flesh, His nose defies borders of my shoulders and arms, Leaving marks to be explored.
And every time I feel the closeness of our bodies, In the final moments of destined intimacy, Maa, I watch him die in her name, And I weep with guilt. © 2016 Crimson_ishAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on November 9, 2016 Last Updated on November 9, 2016 Tags: love, relationship, pain, hurt, monologue, poem, connection AuthorCrimson_ishAboutA woman in her 20s possessing ardent passion for literature and writing, secretly weaved between the trenches of her fingers are silence, melancholy, turmoil, and curiosity. I believe in universe and .. more..Writing
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