unrequited loveA Poem by RuseInexher former love is gone frigid wet falling from an empty sky of night each bursting drop shocks my freezing scalp outside her reach i am forever far no hold to last, no feel of soft scorned by warmth of my lover's hearth i look through the window of her soul and see the yellow of a fire while winter's beast, frigid air bites into my nakedness i find myself outside her love love is heat, alone is cold, rejection is worse than cold my empty hands cannot bear the grit of rock and ice sticks and moss make no blanket the wild thorns, the roughness of the night the hollow sliver of a moon mocks my trembling chill i look through the bars of my caged eyes searching for relief i peer through time and stolen space confined she lies within, in soft velvet blankets draped, her breasts nestled in the down of felt, her scented skin, her moistened lips of warmth surrounded by lovely rounded hips urges my starved heart's impoundment, begs and yearns for her womb, my ego's pride is shameless it grovels drooling like scorned garlands of my love, hanging empty from her nakedness in my banished place, drifting from her den, cast out by unintended offense wrecked, guilt by deed supposed selfishness imposed performed, her spurn's requited right on only love i bleed, i place my fickle hope, i desperate reach, dare restore attempt like a swimmer in his sleep, i thrash in desperate moves, i futile make for the surface top, lose my breath i gasp, her skin i yearn to stroke, with gentle touch i may not hold again in this plight i struggle hard against the wall of nothingness i let the rain fall against my dying will, each quiver of ebbing breath, the trembling of my flesh i yield in vanquished flame, no longer will i fight the wind it howls with greater force, it sweeps away my final wish to live © 2016 RuseInex |
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Added on November 28, 2016 Last Updated on November 28, 2016 AuthorRuseInexFresno, CAAboutI was born in obscurity Outside a small country town’s limits In a plank shack I kept a few memories That come into my head That i still carry around That i visit now and then The dust .. more..Writing
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