Love Untouched

It served its role at the time; the ones that got away...

How those shimmering eyes found mine,

How your stare, mesmerized in disguise,

How we danced the overture, spellbound,

With a love crossed and soon crowned?

Oh, how I wanted you,

And how you wanted me too.

 

Yet, the night's chorus flickered, unheard.

My morning hummingbird,

My soft words, too heavy,

My whisper, swallowed by the hollow sea,

And my delicate touch, marooned.

Unlit by your kiss,

Unmoved by deep breaths whose

feigned brush only dallied our lips.

Unfelt by the flush of long exhales whose

Rush circles round my heart,

The rush that draws you close

And dares you to take a-part.

 

Oh, how I wanted you!

Didn't you want me too?

 

And yet… your touch, still foreign,

Sails inured.

Absent from my tiny cold room,

This damn room drowns in silence

and lies paralyzed, entombed

in stillness that settles unstirred.

 

Here immured, only isolation's bare cliffs bloom

With the verdict of solitude heard

 and the gavel resonating, it resonates affirmed.

Oh my lonely Island, smitten by this frost,

A frost that infects my heart, and soon,

interred in this bed

with your nakedness out of view.

 

My Love,

We were mere smiles and stillborn glances

Without bouquets and ribbons to dress

Without anything lost or anything gained.

Only emptiness, adorned by the mundane,

 a robbed embrace, and my desolate haven

And by you,

An aberration affronting heaven.

 

So, in this grave unmarked, here,

I'll bury this joy,

For you'll never know

And you'll never hear

These words you made appear.

Author's Note

What is lost when failing to embrace the absurdity of it all?

Reviews

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

You have an incredible command of language... you penned this with such sophistication, but still made it reachable. Great write!

[Ronaldo]

Thank you! It can sometimes be difficult to distinguish up from down in your own writing, so this definitely helps. Onward!