I bleed to Love Her

an affair with a ghost

As I ...
Bleed to Love Her

Beyond the window, warm... sunlight streams.

The dreams... delivered.
Taken in the fears granted... or, taken. For a sign.

The shiver, the call..
a loneliness. Is rendered.
Forbidden. We the strangers in all crowds, that frown.

Look, to see her.
You...
Reach, for that blackness present.

That the weight, of this image.
Cannot erase.

--Still, the writ stands, and there. Is alone a pale pain. In glass.

The stretch, to passions sleep. I Am. I am an adult... responding.
Why does that child, just stand there. Right outside my window.

Warming.
What, is she asking... why. Why and then, again... shift. Womanly?
Yawning, limbs so blithe... seeming, disinterest.

Look away.

Turn away to the sufferance feeling and reading and seeing again.

This vividness a, window.

The pain fogged like a breath, and writing.

Writhing her, name... from the outside.
I almost... see, her face.
This ghost, the feel. I read. The story and its content, to tear.

Fears.
And, render... The female flesh, to the bone?
Of why & why not. Who am I? who is she?

Is she a friend figment.
Ah breath. Upon my window...

--warm.

An image to repay... reply, and engage her?

Will he... still, need me, talk to me.
As this image, does. This vivid story so engaging. So what?

I wish a man. My man, appear there.

On the other side of this pain.

See me, in wanting... a waiting

--woman!

Not this little girl, that stands. On the other side.

A warm window... indecisive.

Bleeding. Bound, to this chain.
Looking in, leaving messages. With a ghost, whisper.

Love me!

As I am...

--tenderness

What? I'm a man. I want you! But you escape, me.

Run, for the meadow... lose me.
I desire, to follow this Image.

This illustrative edge, of my somehow...

Otherness and, self.
She leaves me messages, I cannot read.

I sob, at times at the pane of glass and no reflection.

But... a vision, inside.

Bound, like the cover, of a book. Reading... us, as she appear.
A woman, to me.
A beautiful, woman... Chocolate, an smooth. Like a, dream.

A princess, ah... God!
An image. So full. Regret, sufferance. Never ending...

--pain.

 

He stands, and walk away. From me. Awake, in my dreaming.
To pour coffee.
Stir his desires. The shades, between.
Blocked, flayed in their reflection, warm. Windows.
Against, this frustration. He, is in my dream. My man.
My hope, shatters...
Feeling his seed, for loves burdens need, and I can't see...
Why, why. I'm a woman... a woman.
Not this...

--reflection.

Go away, little girl ghost... I want, desire.
And, why. Do I hold back. Die...
with my own bitter disposed view. Peeping in.
On myself, knowing.
My name... stands, in this. Fog.

--envy

I'm the ghost. Standing, in the window... please. See me!

Reviews

[Larry Dyson]

feelings encased in glass reflections...I love it Rory...not the message it imparts, butrather the way it does it..?Laury

[sharonlee]

Intriguing flow of thoughts here... like dream sequences.