Romance

Cynicism

 

Resignation is a skinless wish.

~Shakira

 

Empty chest, a cavity.

Nothing bumps, nothing ticks.

 

The stillness sets the beat

To which the blood flows.

 

Skinless hands, fondling.

Degrees of pain the feel

 

Of each caress. The wind

Stings the pink, blooming flesh.

 

The eyes follow that which

The body can’t, must not,

 

Enjoy. The rainbow and its

Prize. Your neighbor’s wife.

 

The heart, in its grave, pulses.

The soil shifts to an inevitable

 

Rhythm. The dead do rise.

Resurrected or undead.

Reviews

[S. C. McDaniel]

I had such a clear mental image as I was reading this, and as it was disturbing it had a level of truth. Very well written! It was written both skillfully and creatively to be sure!

[xyourfacex]

Nicee

[Goddisia]

it has a philosophical/moral bite which i love. i like how you play with stanzas and punctuation, it makes me pause and think of all the possibilities of reading what you wrote. the 11th and 12th lines are pure genius.

[Luna]

the images are very pure. it is very well written.

[shel]

The eyes follow that which
The body can't, must not,
Enjoy.

The image of the skinless hand, the pain associated with the caress...was very unusual. (and a bit unsettling!) And I loved how this was full of longing, and yet felt predatory-- 'The rainbow and its
Prize. Your neighbor's wife.' I really like this piece, the heart in its grave pulsing...call me crazy (you know you want to!) but the opening reminds me of 'Bram Stoker's Dracula', when he's with Mina, and puts her hand to his chest and tells her, 'There is no life in this body.' I guess the ending does to...and she WAS another man's wife, after all. :) In any case...I definitely see a continuation of that shift in style your writing took (I think) last fall...cleaner, more deliberate, without sacrificing the imagery.

[Poeticpiers]

Forbidden fruit always looks as though it would be sweeter.But once tasted leaves a bitter taste