From Your Lips To Mine

do we talk of this like a shattered spine

or a worm hole

Piercing a lemon salted mask 

Both of us willing and wanting to say what the other apparently cannot

infinitely naked before the gods of time 

 

A glass door opens

The push of police sirens

Not this house, this time

The night is a violin player for these screams

So I’ll ask you again

 

do we talk of this like a cereal box

or a golden black burned iris

gathering the seeds for our visual stimuli

causal fetus thrown  into the river 

 

this cross is as clear as life could ever be 

running from your lips to mine

 

knocking as if we know its name,

as if we knew the sound of it, or

how delicate its scorn can be

 

Well I don’t

 

you arch your breasts over the moon's accepting tongue-

how should this affect me

 

you hold my arms and ask that I care 

wet with the drips from early morning leaves and

his words against your shoulder

 

but I ask only this

 

do we speak of this

this chance like a shattering star

or do we hold back each spiral from it’s open opinion

letting me in just to cast me out again

so we can both see how broken I truly am.

Reviews

[lightsong]

well... part of my review I keep to myself, the second part of it I don't know how to start with or explain because there are many thoughts running in my head. there is love, and there is "depending" love, some people feed their emotional needs on their partners because usually those partners are conscious, strong and independent individuals, they create the drama, drive their partners to the edge making them lose control, then acting as a victim to gain their empathy, and if it was a woman she knows how to seduce her man to her want, they feed like that their inner unhealthy needs, and this is not a true love, the conscious partners are aware of this and the whole situation, the hard part comes when they are actually in love with their unhealthy partners, they break one time, two... three... but there comes a time when it must stop.

[barleygirl]

This is amazing. There were times when I felt I was unequal to the task of understanding your message, since I'm not very good at interpreting nuanced poetry. But overall, the poem is clear & well-stated & highly original. This creates a stunning visual: "you arch your breasts over the moon's accepting tongue" . . . and the last two lines felt like the downward culmination of your message, as if the brightness of your writing fades toward the end & then finally ends with this mundane accusation . . . like you've fallen from the lofty poetic pose you started with & finally these last two lines sound like a couple fighting in real life expressions (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Perdition]

See I like the line after that line.." she arches her breasts.,,the words are just there.." How should this affect me...when read, is it read as a question or a scream ..I suppose, in the end it all depends on the moment. But truly a wonderful review Margie..I love when artists throw their complete teeth into the task and you have such a sweet manner ...but beneath runs a rage and a river that you show from time to time...Meaty! Very Mighty Meaty! You are very much beyond..."the task" so I appreciate the time..it's like the traveler stopping by a graveyard to pay some silence and read the names...I see the beauty in the worthy effort Or maybe..JUST maybe you are twice that good. Hugs !!

[barleygirl]

Awwww gawrsh! *wink! wink!*

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

shouldn't we always see how broken we are? loving things that are not ours to love...in every step living lives that belong to others...we wanderers of the wreckage....how we bloodied our truths centuries ago in far away hearts ...in lands that never existed. In unknown lover's arms....in mouths of rivers and footprints in dreams...................................................................

[Perdition]

HEY!..Eyes on your own paper..lol. You forgot "in the setting skies that weep without a bird to tell the story of the love of the wind and sun". Sounds like you are priming up for some serious poems...and I see you have new ones already, pretty excited but we'll see..haha.You know you're amazing it should be a fun eight weeks. Thanks Queen.