Separation

this is combining "sweet opposition" "fingers crossed" and "where it begins" into one piece. hope it's not too scattered

I can feel the separation between us

segmented breaths and

a thin blanket of snow

six layers of cotton and wool and polyester

skin, muscle, fat

two rib cages and matching sets of lungs

and the resonating thumps

of our persistent hearts

telling Death some old knock-knock jokes

 

and if he smells our breathing

as he walks by, let him lead us like black sheep

faithfully marching into the soothing darkness

and blissful silence

hand in hand, as our bodies become vapor

and our frozen feet melt into the disappearing ground

like a Sun parade

but this is not where it ends, I remind you

as I strike your flint lips

and your skin ignites like a Yule log

'til the sky splits in two and our hips become one

our veins overflowing with a magnetic pull

drawing closer, closer-

 

like sandbags racing to draw the red curtain

          gravity overwhelms me

and my heavy arms sigh

I discover your polar hands

frantically searching for their sea legs

and in your clenched grasp

I become pale and naked as the moon

on the day it was made,

when God thought the Earth was lonely

but it's just you

blissfully and patiently watching drops of the deepest red

trickle from your wrists

down your soft palms

to the ends of your fingers

and onto the cold, snow-white tiles

and as you smile for the first time in your life
you pray to God it will be the last

but once again
the arrogant Sun whispers sweetly
wake up

 

so where does it begin?

like the endless days and nights

we set and rise where the water meets the sky

but in your arms and in your mind,

this is where I feel it for the first time

my candy blood boiling with an exquisite lust for poison

and the Universe cocking the f**k-with-me gun

I am swallowing the barrel

and staring Death in the face

screaming, "I dare you!"

 

Reviews

[Vanessa]

What a strong and honest poem. Each stanza has it's own little personality but how some how related. Your ability to use metaphor is amazing. I particularly like the line: "I become pale and naked as the moon/on the day it was made,/when God thought the Earth was lonely. . ."

[Richard Layne]

Wow! awesome imagery here! i'm really impressed. are these 3 different poems combined into one? i'm not sure if they connect well enough. i think the beginning is the strongest but i also really like the imagery of the second. i think the last stanza is the weakest. But overall very daring nice job!