the Creature

the Creature

 

 

 

let's converse on love

for a change

some diversity of heart

 

of art

that has been stifled by madness

writing into a frenzy of incited thoughts

 

imagination

out of control

murdering smiles

for miles of malicious wandering

 

let's converse on love

or did we forget that sweet little noun

with the proper meaning

even in its lower case

 

I love you in another time

the one before this 

when it stood still

and you stood still

and I kissed you into midnight madness

the good kind

 

let's converse on love

what do you say?

 

again you leave me bleeding

scars in a hope chest

 

my art sealed in my brain

I can no longer let it loose

 

the torches are coming for me

the skin of my muse

seared

into arears

 

I've gotten carried away again

I am sorry I have 

inserted an amoral intellect

into my creation.

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/9/2021

Reviews

[AYVID N]

Love burns us everytime and yet we still hope for it with scars on our chest. Time runs out on us but we scream till the last everytime. We become a creature with mind mad, muse zapped and we still go on. This is an art unique to love. I was speechless reading this poem, dear Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind review, DIVYA,
j.