Designated to Melt in Resistance

Different shades lie in secret above what I hoped to see
Yet the lights are out and I am free to please
The air holds forgiveness and waters all that I speak
Gathers in puddles surrounding my heartbeat

Your hands wait for the life we share to touch our despair
To find a place to glimpse what comes and goes
Hid from our sight is everything that is not quite real
Held there steadily waiting for the curtains show

The night ripples and we look into a fire to find warmth
From a time where we had reason to melt snow
‘Till we became bounded by what we hated and loved
To walk these shores of what we already know
 
Between my hands and yours lies all of our satisfaction
Where our hearts beat silently together as one
Different shades are unleashed to lie on the outside
Of what I hoped to see in the reality of none

With unfeeling bodies we created a world of our own
Full of empty fields with no gates of access
Fluctuation could be a pleasure if found eventually
With both of us openly filled, feeling blessed

Are brown and blue, shades we could charm with smiles
In our feeble attempts to stain their surface
Until the sound of our voices was spun into living
Side by side as these shaded colors of us

Do we struggle to admit we are haunted as we listen
To what is hidden that we do not understand
Lost as we attempt to free ourselves with scissors
Designated to melt in resistance in our hands

Reviews

[Maya Storm]

What is the secret dear Neva of making love with words? Tell it to me oh great one?
I usually pull words out of your poems to let you know what lines spoke to me... but this is a complete piece of art... reading again my friend :) I'm reading again.

[WatashLegend]

you are a dove and I am honored to have read this.

[EMF]

It's great. It flows perfectly and stimulates emotion and thought. I loved it

[Alicia Hirshey]

I love this poem. It is beautiful Neva. I love how your words always flow out so effortlessly.

[Tommy]

Ah Neva, your words always flow so effortlessly.That third stanza is perfection; what a great metaphor for the love that once warmed the hearts and kept a relationship alive...I love it!

Great Write!
RLG,
Tommy

[Lily Mae]

The combination of your words and this picture just make this so perfect.. I love it Neva...x

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

The dissonance in your words made me feel as if I was reading the story of two who had become something other than human. The disconnect here was just heart breaking. I've never seen such an intense depiction of a glass ceiling.

[KimLove "The Beautiful ..]

Love the Picture, fits perfectly with the poem. Brillant as always trying to cut ourselves free. The imagery in this write is stunning. : )

[unknown]

Love the picture .... and i think we do struggle to admit it....marvelous poem as usual!

[Muse]

Unique pic, to free ourselves with scissors, sums it up nicely.