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!

[WritersRankings]

You have a candid style that is truly liberating and a joy to read. The sublime emotion in this is very telling of your emotional capacity to connect, heal and celebrate life with others. I encourage you to enter this Tournament on a regular basis.

[Teeya]

Such a wonderful comment/compliment...thank you for your beautiful and encouraging words...very humbled and appreciative

[Jay dee]

Oh my god, this is the most breathtaking thing I have ever read....I'm speechless

[Teeya]

Wow!!! What an amazing comment/compliment...thank you so very much

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This was breath taking wow, I think you out did it I mean you a wonderful writer by all means my friend but this is really awesome. That one last kiss one can never forget, I just got mine last month lost a friend over it. I never forced it . I held that inside a long time. I will never forget it. Idk if one can say was it worth it idk. I know no1 is perfect wrapped in a bow we all have our faults. She was and always will be special to me , however another man holds that heart. Will she ever marry him only time can tell. I one day hope she speak to me again. It really hurts. I was happy that night I got the 1st and last kiss as I looked deep in her eyes, I held her in my arms wishing it last till I die. We don't always get what we want:(

[Teeya]

First of all thank you for such an amazing compliment. I'm sorry for the pain your recent experience has brought you. It's amazing how pain can expose how deep a love can be. This piece is about wanting to forget about a love that resides within your very existence. It's about knowing how loving him and being with him only brings you pain, and yet you cannot bear the thought of being without him. Love, true love, really is a funny thing...thank you again for your wonderful comment:)

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Yeah well she gave that too so yeah, Idk what it was cant tell it all here , I was really pulled to her. Your very welcome.

[Teeya]

I know what you're saying all too well without you having to say another word!!! Just know it will get better if you believe it will and if she is your supposed to be...she will be:)

[wunderlast]

Wow, this is great :) I love the sombre mood.. the words in this poem truly bring out the heartbreak of such a painful moment. Amazing job!

[Teeya]

Falling in love is an indescribable feeling that honestly can only be felt and not explained. And loving someone beyond explanation and comprehension can be very dangerous. This piece is about the inability to forget such a love because he lives within her. The pain she feels because of him is as potent as the love she has for him and as much as it hurts to be with him, living without him is not an option. This is my most favorite piece because I felt every single word you've read and I am so happy to know you felt it as well. Thank you so mych for your time and very mych appreciated comment:)

[melissa]

Amazing poem keep up the great work and keep sending me more to read i love reading them

[Teeya]

Thank you soooooo much and wull do:)

[Teeya]

I meant will do!!!

[melissa]

Your welcome