They Say Words Don't Hurt

For anyone's friend

I wanted to reach in
Carefully, softly, like a summer wind.
I just wanted to touch you within.
To bring a sort of healing, my friend.
Your eyes have been sinking deeply.
Voided in shroud, bitter screams leaking out.
Worn red, headed for disaster.
I only wish you'd crawl out faster.

I saw you the other night.
Dancing clearly, an extension of arms.
Gracefully displacing what brings you harm.
Beauty had sat down, seeing you shine.
Pleasure stirred, not saying a word.
Bare feet on wooden floorboards,
You held them all, as they quietly came to your call.

I see you now, crowded.
Breaking from its poisoned touch.
Who on earth could hurt you this much?
Knowing your tenderness,
Seeing your curses.
Inside you must be so polluted with verses.
I just want to touch you, my friend.
If only to remind you to not let this be your end.

A thousand encouraging kisses await you,
That many more hugs too.
Even if they all have to come from me.
Chapped, tired, worn weak.
I'll fight for you, you see?

O come, my friend
Open your eyes, let demons pour forth
Let their poisons hunt, haunting my side.
Take off your shoes, please release
Call them again, call them once more.
O come, my friend!
This is not your end.
For you are so much more
And they are not your end.

Reviews

[Larry Davis]

I have to agree. This is a beautiful poem.

[FateDictates]

wow...that was intensely beautiful.. a huge curtsy bow and deep respect, this one's gonna haunt me for awhile...I nee this on my list to remind me that words can sometimes just flow effortlessly to some..

[Malen]

I am honored, a humbled bow in return.
Thank you for taking a moment.

[FateDictates]

the poem remained for more than a moment in my mind...