This life, that fear of loving.
Of believing what is all around here.
A junction in your bones, fragile and misdirected.
Second hand bodies that fall like sad embarrassed eyes.
Only when the lights are out.
These fears call out your name.
Swim into your dreams and pollutes this bloodstream.
Who touched that velvet treasure?
You take rib, and scream a pleasure.
I feel the truth like each vertebrae.
You dislocate.
You propagate a new feeling within me.
A love so tender and tasty, it reeks of construction.
Of chaos and completion.
Slid off the bone of life.
All the noise seems to fade away.
To a coffin quiet existence that allows me to hear the future.
While you cover this love in salt for protection.
And I hold your bones in mine.
Counting the path of your spine.
Silently whispering to the angels a thanks.
For returning what once was ours.
Awesome poem, Mark so deep and profound each stanza is.
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Thank you, it didn’t start out so deep or dark…but the words take us sometimes. Glad you enjoyed it,
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Welcome 😊😊 😊 Mark
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ohmygoodness Mark. I think you’ve truly outdone yourself here. I read it through four times. Each time, the emotions, the synchronicity, the entwining, the images…. so immense and incredible, I am in awe. Beautiful, breathless, and tasty.
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Ah, thank you. This one does take a couple of reads i fear, quite heavy and the tone is fragmented slightly.
Hehe, glad it was tasty…at least in a bone picking way.
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