In The Bed Of Blades And Love

I have all that I need, yet I always leave.

Wine trickles from my dripping blade

sheathed within your beating crimson

 

Drums pound upon a snow-white field,

our body’s entangled in silk-twined war

 

Ruffled sheets stained, scorched

with liquid fire forged deep;

interwoven hearts

locked, by blades

 

Primal rivers course eternal,

I am but a savage flurry

destined by divine

chains

 

bound by bitter planes linked

 

to conflict

to hate

Wading amongst whirlwinds,

knives baring aimless fangs

that cut and scar

your petals

But, Cytherea you still twirl

through my storm to take

 

my hardened hands;

lead me

 

to bathe in bliss-soaked

ecstasy, entangled

 

strung up by your

unconditional caress

We are lost,

engulfed by the everlasting flames

I am cursed

 

We are lost,

traversing enchanted woods

painted by your passion

Sensuous charms of

temptress gaze,

longing touches

promise

 

forever embrace

to the rapturous clutches

of,

 

your bed

our bed

Coils undone, this welcome and

familiar war breaks

 

And I do not know why

I leave, but I do

Warmth forsaken

 

Cold mattress stained

with your tears

left

 

in pain littered background

as I go

 

To seek answers

over a horizon of false

misplaced dreams

 

The only dream I need

is that which I left behind

Perhaps, one day

your flowers will bloom

undying

 

upon this lonely sword.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

what a wonderful analogy to the intense aggressiveness that making love can be---the passion almost like a feeling of war---attacking each other like this...afterwards...the peace treaty signed, the cigarettes smoked and the contented smiles.

[TheRaven]

And all the other things that spring from it. Sometimes it's a battle not only in the bed, but in life; all intertwined. Thanks for your thoughts, the images you've painted are wonderful.

[Bacchus]

Wine is always a good start, to anything. :)
I love it- I'm saving it as one of my favorites.
With this irritating caveat- I think you're dealing with mint.
You're supposed to cut these blooms.
How could anything like this to be true? But it fing is.

[TheRaven]

That means a whole bunch to me, thank you! Wine is definitely a good start to anything, lol. Your honesty is valued and helps me feel understood.

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful uses of the word. Old fashion feel to the thoughts and places you took the reader.
"in pain littered background
as I go"
litter of life is dead weight had to lose. Great description left a lot for the reader to think about. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[TheRaven]

Pain mostly caused by myself. May have to leave it behind so I can grow before the return and clean up the messes of the past. Thank you for your review, as always Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoy your work and you are welcome.