Salted Wound

I just want to see it

The curl of your straw hair

Grazing your collar at the nape of your neck

Neck I've loved

One night of love 

I just want to see it 

I just have to see you.

We won't talk of politics 

Or family or death

And you won't take me home

Home where we loved 

Lips taking and giving 

Hands clasped above my head

I just have to see you. 

I awoke with a cut 

A wound that grew in your absence

Blood red and burning where your hands touched my skin

Skin made new

Under foreign fingertips 

Body bursting and breaking

I just have to see you, to pour salt in my wound.

The stinging proves what time sometimes leads me to doubt-

That you were here.

Reviews

[shitt-minoc']

amazing '' the stinging proves what time sometimes leads me to doubt" so talented post more

[W R Stowe]

Salt in the wound is very painful every life places a memory within our mind sometimes for but a moment and sometimes a life time

[jacob erin-cilberto]

damn this is good...especially the "skin made new" stanza...my favorite.

that scent of passion lingers even though sometimes we start doubting what caused it to be there in the first place.

[Lydia Shutter]

OH MY....the deep down dirty honest emotions in this one are overwhelming! The imagery makes me feel like a voyeur! You are very talented. Lydi**

[~]

ouch... a wound you don't want to see it close, the only way to preserve someone's presence in your life/
i am already a fan of your poetry.. bring more.
and nice meeting you.