The Tears of South Carolina.

 

 

 

It's the last time...

        I'll shame myself, this skin will never drink again....

my lips will tumble, escaping from the frown that sits above my chin, I'll

taste loneliness and the shadow of forever as I run my tongue across the silhouette of dishonesty...

and I'll starve, I'll lose my waist as he wraps arms, legs, hands and

lies

around me.

This...

is December, he found me somewhere hidden in these weeks, years ago...

he decided my fate, and it doesn't snow here....

the days are all identical, the sky blinks only when she's bored, and I've experienced

totality in the mocking indifference of these Southern seasons, but tomorrow, I'll have goosebumps, I'll feel the chill of finality and the demise of my dreams.

He's....

broken, I've cut my hands trying to pick him up, I've smeared my blood across these unforgiving walls and the

whispers, they echo,

 

I can still hear myself begging for mercy

I can still

hear

him bruise me.

My thighs ache for him, just slide themselves across the abyss of silence, and my curls scream for the intertwining of his fingertips...

my skin

drinks the dreams he shattered, thirsty, dry...

and bleeding...

for salvation.

This...

will be the last time December drops from my eyes, the sunset sits on the edge of my gaze, I'll reward my body with the feel of him, I'll

suffer my skin and shame my lips...

as he validates my pain...

and I'll starve, as barren as the summer sun, I'll

be the tears of South Carolina

and his only

saving

grace.

 

 

Reviews

[Perdition]

Some resonances leave you in harmonic states of silence. The notion that one can speak from the scales of nature...through the infinite is meant to be absorbed like a sky prayer. Like a falling sun on the lip of night's rising rose. This is the knowledge of winter ...a very difficult subject to get right...unless you have lived it as pure as the mountain gives it's own slow death to rain. Amazing~

[Doctor JKC]

So Swamp noir.
Heavy and hot; martyrdom personified.
Dr. Callaghan

[Persephone Blum]

This is a beautiful, beautiful poem! Dark and beautiful... such deep emotion is portrayed it is impossible to describe... everything from the title to the way the words are arranged affect the way I see this poem so profoundly.... simply marvelous.

[Ed Hart]

Everything you say, in all your poetry, sadly born or hopefully hearted, is said in a way that in uniquely you, and without peer...

[J]

Ahhh. You are here. As ever naked and unappologetic as the first day. How you kneel on the precipice of rock strewn edges and manage to pull back to a semblance of sanity, I beg to know. I know you and your exquisite world. And I love you as though your heart were me.

[J.P.O.et]

Def feeling this one too. The title is cool/caught my attention/ got me reading which can be important so good job there first of all. The first verse is excellent and I love the whole theme there with the drinking/tasting/starving/waisting with the lips/tongue/skin as the conduit, excellent job there.
I also enjoyed the third verse where he is broken, cutting the hands and smearing the blood.
Then the whole last verse is amazing and just blew me away. That last part is just perfect all the way from
'This...will be the last time that december drops' thru the ending I just get lost in and I LOVE it.
'I'll be the tears of South Carolina and his only saving grace' Amen and damn good poem.

J.P.O.et

[Markymark]

Hmmmm,

Jeanmarie. Your words weave a tale with brevity and a cadence I love. Your sentences ooze the pain of non-fiction and transport us beneath your sheets. I loved the broken line....great, fantastic use of metaphor.

I wish I could do what you do with sentences.

Mark

[Coyote Poetry]

Your poem is amazing. I had to read a few times. So many lines held my attention. Best poem I read in a while.
Coyote