Your Porcelain Hands

A bleeding wound caused by your kiss,

a touch of dreams

of a more beautiful era.

I am tormented by the fear

of what still remains unknown.

I would like to fall asleep

in your memories,

I would like to die in the arms

of unwanted passion.

The rose of your heart

smells like belief in a better myth,

the glass ball in your fingers

gives no shadow.

I wish I could get rid of the thorn

of my tongue,

but your porcelain hands

are lost in the silence

that sold loneliness can give me.

There is still an unfinished whisper

in your lips.

Dear providence! Tell me why

will I never know the source

of my longing?

Help me deceive eternity,

let me be tempted by death.

Thoughts of your heat bleed cruelly.

Only you can tame my lost biography,

only you can hug my virtue

to your torso.

Reviews

[W. Barrett Munn]

This is really lovely. I hope you don't mind if I make a couple of suggestions?

In the second stanza, I think it better to stay in active voice and say, I want to sleep. Or, if your main point is the falling asleep, maybe its better to say something like taking me into your dreams or caress me to sleep.

Stanza 3, the word "smells" kind of sticks out unbalanced from the rest. Maybe scented? The rose of your heart, scented belief of a better myth?

Anyway, that's my 2 cents for all that's worth. Nice effort. I like it.

[John the Baptist]

This one describes an extremely powerful love that remains even after having passed through rough seas. The speaker freely admits to having a sharp tongue, and this is possibly the reason for the current separation. Yet the severance is only physical, the speaker's desire for the beloved the dominant reason for living. The feeling is that those porcelain hands will be held once again.

[Ada]

You do a nice job of creating visuals for your reader.

[keith]

well now what need i say?
the combination of words and style are deserving of attentions
the 2nd and 5th verse are flooring ... such beauty and strength
i will certainly enjoy a voyage thru your poetic memories

[Cherrie Palmer]

When I think of the source of our longings I think of God and that internal beacon each human holds. The need to seek and find and of course to share love with another.

[grace]

Oh this poem is definitely gonna be one of my favorites this month! Literally, every single line... i'm speechless.. so poetic omg.. literally loved reading it!

[Katarzyna Anna Koziorowska]

Oh, thank you for such a beautiful comment! Your words motivate me to keep creating. Greetings!