Sacrifices of Unconditional Love
My consciousness pangs,
adores a sole location.
No gradual dream,
just clarification.
Relatives and absolutes:
I must implore you for a truce.
My compunctions rent and rust my heart,
warp the fantasy they induce:
Crumbling pillars,
tall mortal stone,
with eons of lichens
you're never alone.
Beyond their security hills roll,
impulsive fists hosting my tryst.
As I sprint with them in the cold,
miles of mauve rain maul the mist.
My damp footprints scream,
express urgent dissent.
My forsaken will protests
'till it's roughened, weak, and bent.
My smile resonates thermally.
My breath, the copper steam of autumn.
An oscillating frustration:
feet collapse clean, hot, and numb.
Melancholy masters are muffled
by underfoot mires and mirth.
Empathy bursts corrosive membranes,
melts before its premature birth.
Then the soft deluge,
like citrus through strange fingers,
indents the grass darkly.
Effervescence lingers.
I'm still running in a trance.
I strike a heavy cloak
of affection and sweet distance,
full of memories to evoke.
As the arms encompass me...
I swing above earth's fleece.
With lofty heights and eyes pearly,
I'm secure to let my hands release.
And the copper corrodes early.
Joan C.
 GarnetJoanie · Thu Jan 31, 2008 @ 06:28am · 3 Comments |
