Aching light

The discomfort of my hands graze him, like toes against a shadow,

words against a background;

The chocolate thunders blaze like smiles, disabling the radio, child I am...

Like the ghost of him...he's the one I sing for 

in the moonlight,

but can't he construe on his own

That I shouldn't sing tonight?

Doesn't he hear the soundproof comedy

As they all stare

my way

with glassy eyes, familiarities?

But all I see 

is the satiny plains of his arms, 

beautiful.

I feel a presence... a silverly glow, like an angel of the night, 

the stars as his jewels,

A soreness of chapped 

and glistening renewals...

The onlookers narrow 

their cryptic insensitivity, 

I know he feels 

the pain, but I choose not to see;

I turn away my cheek,

a tear streaming silently.

The wind wishes above his glittering brow

But the daggers I shoot through his heart

with sparks of lustful envies and pain within my soul...

he cannot, 

he must not allow

But he does, everyday

with angelic tears flowing down his face.

I ask of him with heavy sorrows,

not to move, to sit silently,

blazing with eternal fires of pain.

I cry malignant tears.

Smoothing his hair I beg of him,

"Don't scream."

His hand whisper across the vines of my past's neck,

The ladders shimmering down my thighs like they climb 

through my skin...

He whispers my name, just as I 

whisper his.

In the moonlight

Behind the shadows,

His eyes light up the sensations of the night, 

invisible linkage of my fingertips and his,

and that whispery voice rides up my veins,

as my eyelids close and I pass through

this one dimensional world.

Quiet, child...

You mustn't bear the whips of his words,

the tears of pooled anger that rip at his chest,

you've torn him all apart.

The light shines in my eyes,

it's him, it's him, he exists,

he's a whispery breath, he's an enchanted soul,

like he once was.

Silence, child...

You must swallow his existence

with the aches of your past,

put down the bloody knife, child.

And suddenly my heart flails

into little tiny pieces

at an achingly silent voice in the back of my head,

a sob...

a familiar pain...

"Please," he begs.

Reviews

[Abbie]

you paint pictures in my mind of this piece well done

[Judy Ponceby]

Intense write, vivid images. Well done once again :)

[Just Me]

Wow that was really intense. There was so much emotion and feeling expressed in the poem that it was like unbelievable that so much emotion could fit into it. Amazing. Spectacular.

[Alana Michele]

amazing write! I love the flow, the feeling your poem expresses. Thank you for sharing.

[Ravyne Hawke]

I love your usage of language here, the images are crisp and new. You set up the agony in this poem perfectly. Great job!

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

A favourite.

[♥Chloe-The-Zombi..]

this is incredible! love it :) keep writing

[Lily Mae]

I like everything about this one.. it's a deep intense write and you've wowed the reader.. :) x

[HopelesslyDevoted]

superb!