The Polished Heart

I hide at the bottom of your

polished heart.

My crucified soul is trying to gain

a little hope, but someone interrupted

her in the middle of a sentence,

someone broke her delicate skin.

 

Melancholy covers the overworked mouth

with a thick layer of words,

and a luminous, innocent shadow

catches up with your tramp's feet.

Will I find silence here

so that she can shout out

my shattered time?

Will I seek a breath of love

to saturate my tired hands?

 

I have always wanted to learn

to dream about the pain

that brings freedom instead of wounds.

I wish to dedicate this freedom

to your nostalgia,

to your prophetic fantasies.

 

Before you give me the last touch

of your breath, open the window,

because someone slammed the door

long ago.

 

Don't pretend your life belongs to

someone else.

I believe your dreams, I believe the hope

you still try to trust.

I can see all your wounds from here,

all your unborn memories.

 

Will you give me just one raspberry kiss

before the universe collapses?

Reviews

[M. J. Smith]

My take? An interesting take on unrequited love. Oldest theme in poetry. But with a difference. Quite well expressed. Nice job. Well written.

[KAREN]

Melancholy covers your overworked lips
with a thick layer of words,
and a luminous, innocent shadow
catches up with your tramp feet.
Will I find the silence to cry out
my shattered time? Will I find a breath
of love to saturate my weary hands?
Thats my favorite stanza! But I love it all! It's sad, emotional and nicely penned!