When love does fret

LocoGLitch's picture

Hello, first time post...all critiques welcome. Hope you likey. buh bye. :P

 

My Breath and tongue

Move out of time

with love confused

by all the sounds that

creep up from the ground.

Like drums, that beat and pulse and pound

Like hands;

closed fists that try

and rumble down

My door, my safe, my comforting reprieve.

 

The slab of wood now breaks

the shadows slither in

the snakes,

they coil round my heart

venom spits to vein

the stream it now staggers

the flow not quite right

but then my heroine,

the drug that I adore.

She slits my wrists

and lets the poison pour.

 

My spirits they lift again

While light caves in the walls

The roof has found a friend

It's name the ocean floor

Serpent and shade blown away

By such a simple cure

 

I slumber now but half awake

listless but with caution close

affraid, but in her arms

alert to her in mine

but caustious not for caustious sake

 

I fret for her to sleep so close

to a man too weak, too frail, too sad

to stand alone and face the ghosts

that up til now

had held

him first to none.

 

 

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amartya's picture

The warmth of love concealed

The warmth of love concealed within the need for addiction of a man who thinks he is frail and week… Hummmm… interesting mix.. BUT very well done… If you are indeed a new poet then it’s really well done. I would like to come back and comment on it in greater detail.

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please do

please do

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Congratulations! on the spotlight

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hi

For a new writer this is an achievement ...Very well written... The way way our calm mind succumbs to the additive nature is very well expressed...I dont know about the technicalities of poetry writing...Joseph Geremia would be a better person to guide you there.

But overall a good one

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