Less Loving One

Thoughts master my heart,

Waves of thunder rattle my soul.

Pride shines into my face,

And I am the weaker one.

 

Travesty, where are you now?

The rolling tides of sorrow have reached the beach,

Casting their lonely bones onto the feet of infants.

Can you let me be the less loving one?

 

Reside in the buoy, in a land of soft muscles,

Stretched broad into the cavern of my arms.

Wrench away this amorous air,

Into a distortion we can only reach with skin. 

 

Eternity in the skies of my mind,

Floating in the allowed abyss.

With eyes as a blank canvas,

I will become the less loving one. 

Reviews

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

Your baby-face verse is so tender, I'm really liking your humility. This was highly poetic and psychological at once.