Only

 

 

 

you scream rabid passion into my quiet death;

sweet madness bounding lonely brick corridors.

not in throes of wild sex, but in hot pulsing laughter.

like howling orange warmth cutting frost; waking cold earth,

as some great painter tries to fuse feelings and nature,

but brushes only melting faces on green life.

your face overlapping mine, just beyond the daffodils,

two hundred years prior to our births.

we were there, as we are here; happily entangled.

his brush swirled as we twisted on the firmament,
as his fading sight bore witness to our coming dance.

then and now, only your laughter cuts my pain.

 

only your warmth melts my depression.

Author's Note

it's mildly abstract, but let me if you think my point is properly conveyed.

Reviews

[Fran Marie]

An excellent piece, passionate emotions spring forth so deeply expressed

in poetic verse~ Well DonE!!~Fran Marie

[Babbette Francis]

Point well made. It's your destiny or fate drawn out by the hand of your creator. Whats sad or dark about it is that you'll die without your soul-mate yet there's nothing you can do. You did a wonderful job of showing you dependencies on something you have no control over. It's beautiful.

[no sun]

wow..this in excellent poetry. passionate, poetic and professionally. would compare this to any deadpoet.