his fingers, her heart

his fingers, her heart

 

 

six-string guitar

pickin' punctuation

for effect,

the lines are drawn on her neck

his hands play music

a harsh tune,

her eyes scream

he throws her a scarf

but then wraps his words around her throat

 

she suffocates in his crazy arms

feels the needle on her skin

wicked dreams follow

 

he wakes her with a scratch

of his empathy

 

they warp into the sunset

groovin' on a sixties mattress of melancholy

 

a song made for each other.

 

 

erin-cilberto

8/20/16

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

The music of the heart is the most beautiful tune, and finding the perfect duet partner is like going platnium

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Dale...

j.

[James]

I couldn't help but read this with a little intensity. I wasn't around in the sixties so I can only imagine...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

glad you could imagine...all i could hope for, James...

j.

[Einstein Noodle]

holy Toledo! when they sang "Love Hurts" they meant the heart ...abuse has brushed up against my life through people i know and have grown close to ..it is so prevalent .. so i feel horrified by these lovers sharing such harsh physical/emotional pain .. his controlling with scratches of empathy is so spot on .. we can be like that without abuse involved .. i think it is womens main complaint and the reason they find such closeness bonding with other women .. your poem impacts me in a powerful way ..the mattress of melancholy ...stuck in an era long passed .. your closing line really sticks the tragedy to me .. a very real and fine poem in my opinion
E.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, deeply, E.

j.

[Lydia Shutter]

WOW, a case of being addicted to love? Loved the line, "a sixties mattress of melancholy".....some people live in the past. It will never be as good as we THOUGHT it was back then. Jacob, I often read your words and think, "what can I possibly say to review such fantastic poetry?" Let me just say, it is a pleasure to read you. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you are kind, thank you, Lydi.

j.

[emmajoy]

'.. groovin' on a sixties mattress of melancholy..' that one phrase leads to such a variety of routes colourful

My goodness, words to play by... and swoon. You use poetry in the most incredible manner, use the metaphors and like correctness but - weave emotion in utterly tangible language.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, emma!

j.

[caesarkreshen]

I like the flow of this. It doesn't seem over-saturated with metaphor, either. Maybe it's because of how tight the flow is.

six-string guitar

pickin' punctuation

for effect,

the lines are drawn on her neck

his hands play music

a harsh tune,

her eyes scream

he throws her a scarf

but then wraps his words around her throat

^big fan of the opening flow.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, caesar...appreciate your response.
j.

[Paul Bell]

That's one hell of a road trip. Got this great image of them on his hog bombing up the highway into the sunset.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i hear the roar of the bike in your poetic response.

thank you, Paul.

j.