Death is No Lover

Death is No Lover

A Poem by Pndrgn99
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Poem

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Death is no Lover I Would Have Chosen

Death is no lover I would have chosen,

insistent, unyielding, wound-raw.

Embracing grief over and over again,

defiant, as if to make death wait, while

I burn the reality of presence, not absence,

into my blood and tissue beyond removing.

 

Later, and somehow more welcome

A last touch, now remembered less often

Leaves me watching for memories

The way I once watched the open door

waiting to see her coming in.

 

Over and over again it washes through me

this warm flushed birthing of loves return

making grief suddenly, unbearably passionate

as the water of tears replaces sweat

in our embrace.

 

My muscles tighten and then

loosen again when I cry.

Finally I will clutch my tears to me

holding her alive in my body

my eyes closed, passion warming

the last living chapter in our loving

before she is consigned to memory.

© 2013 Pndrgn99


Author's Note

Pndrgn99
I have started a blog and am linking only things not published though sometimes posted on my blog. I want the link so folks can see other work and talk to me directly.

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Added on May 20, 2013
Last Updated on May 20, 2013
Tags: death, loss, love, catharsis