ONE LAST KISS

The impasse crossed when the one killing you is the one you can't live without...

He existed in that moment…

when the absence of sound

coaxed my cerebral contentment to veer from its asylum,

nearing me to the brim of an incessant need to feel

the familiarity of a quelled want…

 

So, I offered my flesh…

palms turned inward, welcoming muted serrated indentations

to nuzzle the cusp of my wrists, kissing with bated breaths

against the cerulean vein beneath the sleeve of cellophane pulses,

dissolving the line conjoining sanity and madness

into a singular coalesced truth...

 

And this truth…this liberation

released warm sanguine comfort to foster my naked curiosity…

and it crept down…slowly… hugging my skin…

further emaciating any lingering qualms,

beckoning my lips to touch…to become acquainted with

the unknown urge that had taken over

where sensibility once reigned

 

And I tasted…I tasted…him

and I knew him…and then

he became what he had been…

my quandary…my impasse…my contradiction…my Catch-22…

the elemental nourishment vital to my existence…

my brio’s depletion,

extracting the sustenance of my spirit wholly...

delivered with my body as my soul

 

He was my promise…

the promise that had come within

my coming…my birth…my immortality…

the origin of me before and after I…

 

And I knew him…

for he existed in that moment…

and he was mine...

my clarity…my opaque reflections…

my supposed to be but never meant to happen

And he had taken what he’d already possessed,

what I’d freely given him unbeknownst to myself…

all of me…all of me that existed beyond comprehension

And I hated him with all the love I had for him

for taking me away from me and

leaving none of me for myself

 

And he existed in that moment…

the moment I surrendered

my wrists to the affections of those serrated indentations

and felt his touch upon me once more for the last time,

for it was then when my lips found him abiding

in that warm sanguine comfort

that I knew he was my unrequited soul mate

and just as his presence was the death of me

without him

I could not live…

Reviews

[Rikkevi Rue]

to me the beauty of this piece is in the balance, the aesthetic beauty that is so nicely counterpointed against the barely confront-able pain of emotional turmoil as if love has circled fully around to the point of destruction as opposed to creation. You appeal to our aesthetic sensibilities and so ensnare on an intellectual level while at the same time you gut us emotionally with a whipsaw of sheer raw emotion. On a par with the usual treatment of sensual love or sex that is pain entwined with pleasure, though you here entwine emotion with intellect or reason. This contrast and dichotomy is superb and quite enticing! I'm glad that I came across your work. The obvious passion with which you imbue your ink is inspiring!

[Teeya]

Your words read with such sincerity and authenticity...I am always grateful when someone reads my work but when I receive words as humbling as these it makes sharing pieces of myself through my words so gratify...thank you you so very much for you words and your time.

[Rikkevi Rue]

You are welcome. Really though, the thanks goes to you for the creation and sharing it. Artists dream the dreams that are what creates our culture, our society, shapes the views of our people and brings the spark of spirituality which uplifts. Blessings!

[keith]

you have taken a lengthy piece and made it flow as if it were much shorter ... giving to me an enhanced vision of the message you wanted to convey.

[DoormanDan]

I really liked the vocab you used in this piece! It really adds more spice to an already well seasoned poem

[jo]

Very nicely written poem , love the expression of the feelings. Nice work very good.

[Dream°]

It's great! Thanks for the submission.

[Latifa]

beautiful write, I really loved it

[Teeya]

Thank you so much...glad you enjoyed it:)

[CL Ngwe-Nwi]

wow. the pain of a love that breaks you and at the same time makes u feel whole - there is nothing more painful. my insides were churning all through. I love the way you expressed those emotions. awesome....just awesome. my heart is still kinda racing.

[Teeya]

Unless one has had this experience, words alone cannot express the severity of such a toxic love. The extent of the pain becomes real the moment you realize the love and pain are equal and one cannot survive without the other because they are one in the same. I am so glad you could feel life through my words. Thank you for your time and your wonderful comment/compliment.

[Persona]

I believe this is about vampires. It's nice and obviously your vocabulary is good but it comes across that you're trying too hard to make it sound nice rather than trying to portray one idea.

[Teeya]

The only thing I was trying to do was convey a vivid and clear understanding of how painful love can be and the depths of despair it can take one when she believes it to be unreturned and I believe I've done that very well for those who have seen and felt this through this piece. Again, thank you for your time and your thoughts.

[theoutsider711]

Wow. Is this about committing suicide over a lost love? I feel "Him" is a knife.
"the moment I surrendered
my wrists to the affections of those serrated indentations
and felt his touch upon me once more for the last time,"

This is wonderfully powerful, even though I cannot phantom the want or need to harm ones self, it expresses the pain very well. Awesome!

"So, I offered my flesh…
palms turned inward, welcoming muted serrated indentations
to nuzzle the cusp of my wrists, kissing with bated breaths
against the cerulean vein beneath the sleeve of cellophane pulses,
dissolving the line conjoining sanity and madness
into a singular coalesced truth..."

That section really hooked me. It flows so well with imagery that can be interpreted in so many ways.

[Teeya]

My emotions wrote this piece for me. Loving someone to the depths of them becoming one's reason to subsist is an extremely dangerous love. A love that deep far exceeds a physical connection and that person is so much a part of you, you feel his presence even when he's away as if you're infected with him. I wrote this piece to emphasize the impasse of having that kind of love when you realize the pain you feel from him is equal to the love you have for him. So yes there is an underlying reference to suicide because I wanted to make my hurt as poignant as possible that the pain of having to live with this person is just as severe as the pain of knowing I can't live without him. Thank you so much for the time you've taken and given to this piece. I'm truly grateful.

[Da Leigh]

This is true poetry. It gave my chills and brought tears to my eyes. I would not change anything about this because it is perfect the way it is. I wish I could rate you higher than 100 because I would.

Gods... what beauty.

[Teeya]

This comment is confirmation that if one puts her heart into something others will feel it too. This is the most emotional piece I've ever written so to receive your words means more than I can say...thank you very much...

[Da Leigh]

You are more than welcome. I look forward to reading more of your writing in the future.