Face

when comfort dies...

I wasn't expecting it.

 

Your face.

 

To come so suddenly

And just be... with your patient calm.

Your cool stare.

I didn't expect to reveal

Under the comfort of

Your eyes...

The anesthesia of

 

Your face...

 

the things I said.

Unconscious,in a fog

I could see so very little, just

Your face.

How patiently you drainied me

with gentle nudge.

A beacon in a storm which drew my eyes

Again and again.

Sand,offering a comforting death

to a dying wave.

I wasn't expecting the pain

to be so intense.

 

My heart pulsing mournfully,

a heavy stone in my chest.

 

The secrets of my life

laid out on a scarred wooden table.

Like frozen organs,

Butchered and excised in the frigid air.

Frosted with crystalline blood.

My life...my dear, dear life.

Now gone.

It was a single step .

And in the fog I will never find my way out.

Forever bound to

 

Your face.

 

I never gave permission for

you to soothe me into tears

Nor

make me naked and flay me

into submission with...

Your face.

I never gave permission for

you to make the world go away

Except for...

Your face.

Nor did you ever ask.

 

Your love is dark and deep

And in that cavern where there is

no light and seperate skins merge into one.

Your allure,more powerful than ever.

Enticing witchery.

Sweetest of succubi.

How you numb me into submission,

a few moments of time which seem to last...

 

last...

 

Yet every night you come awakening me.

Crouching pitilessly,shivering...in the deathly cold

And every night I draw back the blanket

inviting you to the mattress where your

small form crawls over me

so greedily sucking the warmth from my naked body.

Foreheads together,

our breath intermingling,

I keep my eyes closed,

lest in an accident of moonlight,

I would somehow,

Once again.

 

Glimpse.

 

Your face.

 

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thanglynn07 6 years ago from Long Beach, CA

This is such a deeply intense poem! Who is this mistress of the nite? She's the symbol of desire, lust...evil or not...you want her, and you could never forget...her face. I loved this poem! Very creatively written!


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thanglynn07 6 years ago from Long Beach, CA

I'm glad you can appreciate the good through all the bad. Relationships...love...it is taking a risk in hopes that it'll result in our favor. And yes, I too have struggled with the constant battles of mind versus heart. I know it all too well...Whoever she is, I see that you value her, you cherish the moments shared, and you still have much respect for her. She is lucky.


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Jess Killmenow 6 years ago from Nowheresville, Eastern United States

I like the images. I'm now a fan. :)


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Dark Heart 6 years ago Author

I consider myself the lucky one to have experienced her gift

to me.You are right.I do respect her very much.


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blaise25 6 years ago from close to you...

another lovely piece dark heart! intriguing and mysterious..beautiful face!


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Dark Heart 6 years ago Author

Loved your poem In A Blur.It really pushed my buttons.


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blaise25 6 years ago from close to you...

thanks Dark Heart! cheers! ;p


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brandonfan 6 years ago from Mid West

This is dark, but beautiful, thank you for sharing!

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