Loving Gravity

I have tried to take you, but you dance away to attend your daily prayers; I am left holding sunbeams in bear paws on empty stairs. Clasping you to me, you turn to liquid, gush between my claws: you make me feel ungainly, untoward, a beaten Beast crushing Belle under his mistimed feet. So now I force myself upon you. Eat of my bosom, see the traces of snakes that you misplaced there. Beneath the tumescent n*****s feel my knees, sore from following you in solemn abdication. They wear the carpet to a shiny bareness, like the moist button of my soul. Can you not see my eyes swell with dedication, do you not understand the corresponding depths of me that call to yours? It is our future sweating from my pores; mop it up, sense the salty possibilities that we can ferment together. Say yes now, as recompense for all the hurt you do to me. Silent, despairing, I have deserved it: if nothing else, give me more of your apathy. It lines my heart with such loving gravity.

Reviews

[A. H. Pinley]

I'm no poet, but this looks like poetry to me. In writing why stick to a format pre-approved by someone else? Writing is an art form much like the artist with a brush and canvas. Love your word selection and how they don't repeat themselves. Good work!

[Emily B]

oh, wow!

there are absolutely no words, this isn't a poem but a heart experience

[TLK]

An experience that, thankfully, I have never head -- but I infer it from the many possibilities of devotion.

[TLK]

(substituted 'head' for 'had', obviously!)

[Emily B]

i would think that you have experienced vicariously through all the people surrounding you day to day, there was too much emotion pounding through these lines to be a lucky guess

[kublakhan27]

I love this...it's a story and a poem, and it's not easy to be both :)

[Ed Hart]

isn't it wonderful how we got over all that when we finally grew up

[TLK]

I wish there was a pill to achieve such maturity, it would make my job as a teacher much easier. How I hate watching the love-lorn ring their hands at their futility.