Caress me. Oh lover be me.
Enter. Enter. Love me. Love me.
Breathe thee in. Be one with the tree.
Be intertwined by her leaves. Let the bark leave scars on your skin.
Caress love, fear the shadow’s shadow above.
Back to me, look into my eyes.
You’re safe here. Well protected I will hold you dear.
The blood in your veins is pumped by my heart strings.
A puppet, a puppet, I am your show.
Applaud, disregard. I will be the bubble to the space of thee.
Look down, look down. The puddle by your feet
Is the waterfall of thy cheeks. Look up, look up.
The wind is my raged breath. Choked by whatever I hope to have left.
The light in your eyes. The hole through my chest.
The space where I carved out my heart for the one that I believe will fit it best.
In the distance the mountain runs pure.
My lips will be the cure, the dark runs forever more through your soul
But my lips are pure. My heart is beaten, but beating.
I am yours. Love me. Murder me.
Once I am gone, then you will see.
How truly in love I have always been,
And always will be.
I really like this poem.
ReplyDeleteWhat I like most about it is the same thing I like about the other poems you've posted here, that it's not clear and yet it is. Some of my poems are the same as this in that the message is contradicting. Like in this one, the speaker sounds mad and like they're giving up but also as if they know what's happening, they're not victims, and they welcome it. Kind of shows the real struggle people go through with something that they just can't let go of no matter how wrong or damaging it may be.
My fave line is "A puppet, a puppet, I am your show." And I'm in love with nature, so I appreciate all your metaphors and images and how you treated them like people, too. :)
Thoughtfully,
Alma