Love is…
proof
against everything,
proof
against the nameless terrors which hides in the dark,
proof
against that bright sea of expectations which drowns the heart in sorrow,
love
has a way of filling the empty silence of the soul,
of
feeding the still hunger of the heart,
it
is the eye that sees deep even when the mind is shrouded in darkness,
Love…
it
is a gift; fragile and thin,
an
ephemeral thread woven into the fabric of life,
it
pulls strength from weakness, even though it is a surrender in and of itself,
it
finds hope within loss,
a
heartbeat of light which serves to enhance the subtle flavours of the night,
a
sweet sip of desire that runs deep ling a single gleaming drop of blood which
dangles from the cusp of the lips; dark with promise,
yet
such is the ways of love,
intransigent
caress of nature,
that
what was once sweet can turn bitter,
the
soft-petalled beauty of a blossoming rose, hiding the deadly stab of thorns like
an asps sting piercing all romantic notions of intimacy and the tender caress
of quixotic emotions…
… of hope and faith,
pain
seeping through the heart souring the sweetest of nectars,
wine
to vinegar,
love
to indifference…
… pits of sorrow
these darkened eyes of woe…
Here then is that
which speaks of vulnerabilities,
of falling...
falling into that
deep space within oneself,
the spirit questing
forth to find that golden road which leads to paradise,
or...
the dream of paradise
held close in ones thoughts,
but at heart held
utterly helpless,
probing for that
redeeming spark which will quicken the soul...
like the exquisite
flow of water to feed ones thirst,
the refreshing
coolness and power of which salves all pain all hurts,
caught within the
cusp,
the interstices
between the measured tread of time and the next,
where stillness is
the true criterion of desire,
and passion is the
shell which houses the bonds of love,
love laid within the
heated blood which flows within and throughout the heart,
it walks in the ways
of the body,
injecting the warmth
of life into each cavity of pain pulsing with the angst of darkness,
awakening the
emotions to float free and flourish under the nourishing light of the sun,
or...
like a flower of the
night blossoming in the heart,
it expands ones
awareness,
breaking the chains
which defines the limits of oneself,
it is truth aching to
be free of the shadows which restricts its growth...
it's
a delicate balance of flavours; bitter and sweet,
which seeks an
equilibrium within the soul,
bitter seeds for the
pain of loss; love denied upon a bed of opulent desires,
yet sweet is the
passion which grows from those seeds,
watered by the
honeyed milk of love,
a budding tree of
light growing out of the darkness,
reaching for the
affirmation of the light...
I have stood and felt
the seductive caress of the abyss,
an urgent sense of
immediacy,
the hypnotic pull of
thoughts embraced by the addictive touch of pain,
where one finger at a
time,
slowly ever so
slowly, by inching degrees and infinitesimal surges,
the dark caress of
the sultry night has invaded my mind,
the essence of its
touch felt in the tenebrous soliloquy of my thoughts; disjointed shadows...
... laid to rest upon
the voluptuous bosom of dreams which ignite with a burst of heated passion,
whispered strokes of
desire like the smooth touch of crushed velvet pressed against ones flesh,
it grips with a heat
that chills; a kindled flame...
... a flame which
burns cold,
yet embraces with a
pulsing sigh of fevered heat,
it's a tight embrace
...the prevalent dark,
as deep and absolute
as pitch...
total darkness,
the absence of all
light; a blanket of damask silk,
the aphotic black of
a cimmerian night,
deeper by far than
the sombrous gloom which ripples in the lonely depths of space,
a syncopated beat of
primal yearnings encroaching upon the rhythm of my heart,
on the saturnine
wings of a raven,
feathery wings
stirring the benighted pool of my longings,
a pool which lies as
still as glass,
broken only by the
rain of my sorrows,
for in truth,
I am the darkness,
it is embodied within
my soul,
a stygian womb,
patiently awaiting
the cleansing kiss of the light to birth the treasure which lies buried within
my heart...
A fathomless darkness
heavy with foreboding,
enormous...
an impossible weight,
a deep sense of
profound inevitability...
of unrelieved
disappointment and groundless expectancy
-of despair-
assails me like a
blanket of iron thorns wrapped tight about piercing in a chorusing anvil of
anguish,
letting loose a
multidunous stream of dejection and sorrow,
bitter blood,
melancholy dirge of
despondency,
floating in an
egregious sea of utter hopelessness,
thoughts abjectly
spiralling into an abyss of unrelieved misery,
heart mired upon a
vision I will never find...
upon she who will
never be mine,
upon she who's song
is a sweet melody,
a blossoming flower
of seduction growing within my heart,
scenting my soul with
the aroma of her love,
of memories...
thoughts...
dreams...
rising with the
turgid élan of an obscuring mist pressed against the gloaming of the night,
haunted shadows of
loss,
of pain,
threaded upon the
bittersweet taste of desire; a kiss of melancholy,
clutched tightly to
the beating breast of a tenebriously poignant hunger...
a hunger stitched
through with the kindled passions of pleasure aroused upon the breathless
caress of ecstasy,
capricious this
caliginous sensuality darkening the night with a blanketing haze of dour
emotions,
memories...
a crepuscular reek of
buried and forgotten hurts,
rising like ghosts in
the twilit hour,
phantoms bent on
assaulting the soul with visions of a whimsical sultry beauty,
a kind of torment
which paralyzes the heart with tears of sugared grief,
revenant hosts with
skeletal claws bared,
and the macabre shine
of dementia alight within their eyes,
clutching...
grasping for a taste
of the sweet flesh of my thoughts,
thoughts which turns
and turnabout,
only to become dazed;
lost...
... lost within these
dark skeins of conflicting emotions which troubles my sleep,
making of my dreams
nightmares,
yet even this is as a
touch of bliss to a heart starved of her regard,
so I hold to the
memories...
hold tight to my
thoughts...
feed again and again
on the regurgitated visions of my dreams...
finding the strength
to endure the pain,
embracing the rising
fog of darkness,
finding in it what
comfort I may...
Comfort...
An obsequious solace
to a heart drowning and alone,
alone but for the
ghost of thoughts,
grasping for the
sweet flesh of her ardour,
a supplicant
beseeching a goddess for the gift of her blessing,
to be baptized within
the grace of her embrace,
caressed by the
delicious kiss of her solicitude,
all my senses alert
to the soft susurrus breath of her soul,
alive to the song of
her heart,
to the serene spirit;
essence of her beauty,
the beauty of her
divine manifestation passing through me,
through my soul...
... in a beautiful
wash of warm light,
sultry; a caress of
flushed exhilaration,
of euphoria
fluttering through my heart,
an extraordinary
sense of calm descending
descending upon me
beyond anything I have ever experienced before...
Love?
Or a dark sea of
debauched eroticism and carnal profligacy,
an insatiable hunger,
voracious and sharp
as a knife-blade cutting deep,
letting flow the
blood of my desires in a crimson flood of wanton anticipation,
as hot passions
clash,
a heated orgy of
fiery intoxication,
drunk on the
delicious sensations of hedonistic pleasures,
seething; a volcano
under the intense pressure of a dark self-indulgent -debased- desire,
for there is
something profound in the tempting flavour of her beauty,
in the smooth expanse
of her silken skin,
the stirring of
libidinous thoughts as the full moon rise with seductive grace into the night,
a rising boil of lust
and ecstasy,
the extravagances of
the flesh twisting my soul in a rictus of hideous desperation,
each muscle of my
body pronounced,
standing out like a
coiled rope from the fierce ache of my hunger...
...quivering breath
of my tumescence...
arousal an animal
howl of -madness- agony raging unchecked through every fibre of my being,
mind an arrow of lewd
and licentious thoughts piercing the heart with the most intimate of pain,
slicing the skin with
the -sublime- flagellate attraction of her allure as she...
...disrobes,
and press the firm
heated curves of her body into the arms of my embrace,
where I lay consumed
by this sweet madness,
dying from paroxysm
of the "little deaths" from the silken indulgence of her touch,
hooked barbs punching
through the heart to brutalize the soul,
tearing the spirit
with the folded steel of rendered passion,
hot..
like heated tears
carving its way through the cracked and blasted,
... the parched
landscape,
... the animas of the
mind,
an arrow slicing the
skin with the delicious agony of pain,
... gratification
without constraint,
... gluttony without
cease,
an elemental fury of
visceral need lurking within the feral torment of my heart,
it permeates the
spirit with luscious visions of provocativeness,
my lips to her mouth
in a kiss which steals from her a rapturous cry of pleasure,
savour her strangled
gasp of bliss as my tongue trace the rising thrust of her breast,
like the jutting prow
of a ship riding a sea of titanic waves,
pushed by the
storm-driven winds of my desire,
my loins tightening
in hunger,
desire a searing
carnal flush of arousal caressing my body as I drink in the perfect form of her
beauty,
ephemeral kiss
pulling me deep into a dark womb of oblivion...
Oblivion...
a licentious web spun
of divine love
invested of aphotic
hungers,
the silken strands of
desire sensuously caressing ones flesh,
seductively pulling
tight
-tighter-
the closer one
ventures towards the heart,
trapping one in a
dizzying lacework of unfettered longing,
gossamer... yet as
soft as velvet,
the gentle kiss of
arousal lubricious upon swollen lips,
sultry breath a
tease,
an intricate weave of
mellifluous titillation and succulent passions birthed in the moist womb of the
gloaming dark...
Oblivion...
a poignantly tender
touch of a peaceful caress...
a touch that cools
the mind,
soothing -the dark
flutter of the heart-
the decayed morals of
a moribund soul,
it steals like a cold
breath of ice which paradoxically enflames the blood,
quickens the flesh
with a pervasive chill,
leaving me a weak
shell filled only with a debilitating hunger,
a crippling hunger...
leaving me decimated
by a longing that beggars the soul,
leaving my heart a
lonely place filled with a darkness devoid of all light,
my spirit torn,
washing the heavens
with tears of sorrow,
of despair; an
iron-shod weight of anguish hanging like a noose about my neck,
tightening
incrementally as each day moves on without you by my side,
of loneliness; bitter
barbs that hooks the flesh tearing at the mortal coil of my soul,
unravelled upon the
barbed thorns of grief,
blown hither and yon
by the sighing breath of a forlorn wind,
languishing in
desolate misery,
caught in the jaws of
a malaise that eats at the soul,
breaks the spirit and
lays low the heart in a suppurating well of stagnation,
where even the air
broods,
touched of the
darkness which blankets my mind in gloom,
face cast in shadows
unable to find the will to smile,
soul as dark as a stygian
crypt; a mausoleum raised upon the amaroidal ashes of love...
lost; haunted by
memories which walks like ghost within my heart,
making of my hopes
smoke dispersed on a breeze,
and of my dreams...
but wishes of what
can never be,
of my desires;
swallowed by the gloaming of the night,
soul-struck by the
double edged sword of grief,
my spirit bleeds
these carmine -tears- droplets which stains my cheeks with the effulgence of my
heart,
a heart which beats
in vain...
crying,
locked in a rictus of
pain...
sophoric thoughts,
a palliative of
potent vigour casting me upon a surging river of peaceful numbness,
licking with
sickly-sweet eagerness,
pulling me into the
deep still current of dreams,
consciousness like a
bright star of fire dissolving into the night,
snuffed out by the
whispering shadows of the cimmerian dark,
behind closed eyes my
gaze is wide and fixed,
staring intently at
an unfolding vision of beauty whose movements are an epiphany of radiant glory,
in the silken shadows
caressing the lucent light of the voluptuous moon,
stroking her radiance
bright as she lay embraced of the naked night,
she is an undeniable
beauty with an air of consummate grace,
artistic elegance
giving life to the enticing smile which blossoms upon her lips,
her voice...
her touch...
the very scent of her
singing within my blood,
a thrumming vibration
of sound measuring the desire of my heart...
Yet...
a seething pulse of
anguish twist my soul,
a tattered banner of noisome
darkness flapping with the bitterness of rage within the
-empty hollow of the heart-
of loneliness and
fear,
old blood gathering
in black stains to tar the spirit in a bilious map of dejection,
Oblivion...
stripped naked of all emotions,
subjected to a cold so cold it burns,
becoming nothing more than a formless mass of shadows,
thoughts a blowing squall – a scourge- of ice leading to
ruination,
misery like a crevasse
–dark maw-
driven deep with foreboding into the center of my soul,
leaving me floating in uncertainties…
a disembodied spirit, disjointed… loose,
the future opening dark wings of gloom before me,
where the only thing eternal is pain
-love-
a hopeless desire which eats with cancerous lips,
savaging with a thick efflugia of darkness this thin veneer of
approbation stretched about my heart,
dying a little each day as I drift deeper and deeper into…
the aphotic nightscape of oblivion…
But there is no escape,
no escape from the phantom pangs of love,
a rose planted within the fertile soil of the heart,
blessed by a reboant essence,
a scent
so intoxicating,
like a
drug injected into my veins,
coursing through my
blood leaving me thirsting for the tincture of her soul...
her
spirit; the fragrant effusion of toothsome sweetness which pumps from her
heart...
it
dizzies me,
infects me with a
searing fever of lust,
like a virulent
poison, it weakens me,
this debilitating
yearning,
this aching need...
pain,
love,
desire…
that throbs through
my body,
it
robs me of volition,
yet arouses within me
a salacious appetite...
a
touch of serendipity,
for she is
my passion, and I think my doom,
virtuosic; the
controlling hand which shapes my destiny,
the will which flows
with such vibrant grace,
like the rushing
torrent of a mountain stream,
or rather a river of
stars lighting up the firmament of the night sky in a blaze of glory,
an invisible caress,
stroking with the
brightness of mind and spirit,
the illuminated
darkness of pain which shackles my thoughts,
the shadowed birth of
animalism which contorts my body with the rictus of fear,
yet calls to me with
a lascivious urge,
to rend and tear with
fangs of darkness the animate light of her essence,
to grip within the
iron claw of crepuscular gloom…
the aureate glow of her
aura,
for I am
kissed of the fiery winds of damnation,
pierced by the
tenebrous talons of avid appetency,
waiting to be reborn,
to be baptized within
the lifeblood of her soul...
I stand frozen in mute dread,
the heat of tears washing my face with fires born of darkness,
of thoughts which batter with casual force the skin of my
dreams,
tiny distant echoes rising from beneath the ashes of the chaos
which blankets my mind,
within which I see, experience…
… The pale gleam of the moon, swimming in the velvet embrace of
the night, so sultry
… The taste of her lips, sweet as spun sugar, voluptuous the
kiss of her beauty
… My heart alive with the promise of love
… My soul pregnant with a blossoming song of hope
thoughts coalescing,
manifesting into a taut vision of spellbinding enchantments,
of dreams deliquescing within the mind,
a flowing river of emotions, images…
feelings thundering within my heart as I look and saw,
a golden light breaking like a cresting wave upon the cerulean
dome of the heavens,
and my soul reached out in supplication,
body, twisted by the fevered beating of my heart,
as if a burning brand has seared my flesh,
a molten river of fire utterly consuming me in a blaze of
desire,
for she who is the close beating of my heart,
for she who is an elegant harmony of radiant –breathtaking-
beauty and heavenly grace,
her eyes dark pools of liquid sensuality,
magnified by high cheekbones and the sweet breath of an
arresting presence,
with full lips beckoning,
the stunning magnificence of her svelte feminine curves; the
swell of her rounded hips,
the illecebrous contour of her neck, a glory of wanton
sensitivity; soft and sensuous,
jawline firm, softened by the sultry allure of her wide-set
hypnotic eyes,
arms graceful with warm delicate hands,
her body a sculpted art of beauty with smooth thick well-turned
thighs,
the exquisite libidinous flare of her waist drawing the eyes
to the swell of her budding flower…
to the moist and delectable allure of her Mons,
the spectacular wrap of long silken hair,
serves as the crowning piece to her utter perfection,
to the shining anthem to her splendour,
thinking of her brings an aching sorrow to my heart,
striking a dissident chord of torment within my soul,
it saturates my spirits with tears which falls from eyes
drowning in an agony of loss,
such that I long for freedom from the imprisoning shores of
this dream,
long for surcease from this pain,
as I am cast broken again and again upon the slippery banks of
mud slicked stones,
where under the clear stars of the night,
I lay battered by the storm of her beauty,
prostrate with grief,
raindrops falling like kisses, teasing forth more memories…
torn and faded, the bruised detritus of a moth-eaten heart
crippled by the passage of time…
Images shifts and beckons…
…Her smile; beautiful as the dawn, rising like the sun to fill
my heart with warmth…
…Her voice; so seductive, tone and pitch a euphonious caress
upon my soul,
sensuous rhythm, a
kiss of love upon my heart…
… Her name, sweetness itself upon the tongue of my desire…
… The lingering caress of her kiss…
… The sweet essence of her soul; effervescent…
… The sparkling touch of her spirit, the oil which anoints my
love into the consecrated chambers of her
heart…
images blown like a leaf through the streams of time,
a capricious song which dances on the wind,
it lives and breathes,
its heartbeat the story of my loss, of my pain, my rectitude,
its voice howling in from the past,
careful notes of truth singing of portents for the present,
glacial composition imparted upon the rhythms of the future,
it weaves through the past and the present,
colouring the palette of the future with an echoing cry of desperation,
the de-evolution of…
the dying refrain of…
the melody called love,
it raises the spectre of terror,
a
terror which batters at the animas of my consciousness,
which savages
my heart,
which leaves
my emotions bare, blood soaked…
in tatters,
devoured,
seared within flames of utter desolation...
yet
it consoles too, because the blood is the
life,
a blossoming rose,
petals unfurled upon the tongue of my hunger...
and cradled within the womb of her heart I feel reborn,
as my lips press
against the warm flesh of her throat…
I feel
energized,
as the heated beating
of her heart ebbs and fades into the velvet silence
of the night...
our spirits coil in the bonds of love,
wrapped each unto the other,
a braided thread of light set against the dark storm of loneliness
-
a pendulous crush of darkness,
a tortured longing which can never be realized -
trapped within a dream which begins and ends with a nightmare
of despair,
a nightmare which even now holds me firmly within its embrace…
a rose drained of all colour, pulsing like a livid wound in
time,
each heartbeat bleeding -leaching- it of more colour,
corolla picked apart by spite… wilting,
becoming achromatic,
whorls and ridges of each quivering petal, slowly –etiolated- erased
as its colour fades…
unmade…
the dissolution of love leading to a broken heart,
flickering and wavering before it slowly disappears,
leaving me grounded in a visceral scream of pain,
shattering into incoherence the poignant sadness which fills
my breast,
a muted cry of anguish and pain twisting my soul,
leaving me feeling dejected and empty within my soul,
for indifference is the ultimate death of love,
a dark melody of anguish which flays the soul,
a sable blanket shrouding me in a cold fog of apathy,
delivering me into the devouring heart of the abyss,
an undertow of loneliness sucking with soulless malice at my
spirit,
broken on the shadowed awareness of the bitter humours of heartbreak,
diminished; the sparkle of self, tarnished by the death throes
of hope,
faith choked within the uncaring hands of fate…
Where then can one find absolution when dreams are but a
weapon turned against you,
where anything of beauty becomes a pallid crafting of madness,
and happiness is an aberration vanishing utterly into the
seething darkness of the heart,
like a host of diamond bright stars swallowed by the
uncontrollable hunger of an aphotic black hole,
where the path one follows is charred and blackened,
each step heavy with the rapacious effluvium of myopic
desires,
a deep and bloody wound yawning wide to devour all in
uncomprehending solitude,
a roaring landslide of pain buried beneath an avalanche of
sophoric malaise,
the rigid strictures of an anodizing contagion,
leaving one with an irresistible urge to drown ones sorrows in
the sanctuary of forgetfulness,
to flee from the pain of love,
the luminescence of desire,
the sybaritic kiss of passion… a brooding fire of grief,
leaving the vast emptiness of misery to numb the heart as it
chills the soul,
loneliness laying claim,
seizing me like a possession, or a gift,
a soft velvet awareness smothering all thoughts,
a sublime ecstasy caressing the heart with an exquisite rictus
of suffering,
a song of destruction beating at my soul,
a disconcordant melody unmaking my heart,
the impermanent permanence of the future beckoning,
a dark road leading
into a shadowed cocoon of light,
an encroaching
lassitude which bears one away on silken strands of darkness,
borne upon the breath of time,
exhaled as a fine mist of despair!!!
Richard ‘Poetikz’ Burton
I stand upon a knife edge,
looking down an immeasurable cliff into a roiling pit of
darkness ~poetikz~
10/25/2012
