Loving Gravity

I have tried to take you, but you dance away to attend your daily prayers; I am left holding sunbeams in my bear paws on empty stairs. Clasping you to me, you turn to liquid, gush between my awkward fingers. You make me feel ungainly, untoward, a Beast crushing Belle under his mistimed feet.

So, now, I give myself to you. I force myself upon you. Here, eat of my bosom, see the traces of snakes that you misplaced there. Beneath the tumescent n*****s feel my knees, sore from following you in solemn abdication. They have worn the carpet through-and-through to a shiny bareness, like the moist button of my soul. Can you not see my eyes swell with dedication, sink-holes, do you not understand the corresponding depths of me that call to yours? It is our future sweating from my pores; mop it up, taste of it, sense the salty possibilities that we can ferment together.

Say yes now, as recompense for all the hurt you do to me. Silent, despairing, I have deserved it: if nothing else, give me more of your apathy. It lines my heart with such loving gravity.

Reviews

[A. H. Pinley]

I'm no poet, but this looks like poetry to me. In writing why stick to a format pre-approved by someone else? Writing is an art form much like the artist with a brush and canvas. Love your word selection and how they don't repeat themselves. Good work!

[Emily B]

oh, wow!

there are absolutely no words, this isn't a poem but a heart experience

[TLK]

An experience that, thankfully, I have never head -- but I infer it from the many possibilities of devotion.

[TLK]

(substituted 'head' for 'had', obviously!)

[Emily B]

i would think that you have experienced vicariously through all the people surrounding you day to day, there was too much emotion pounding through these lines to be a lucky guess

[kublakhan27]

I love this...it's a story and a poem, and it's not easy to be both :)

[Ed Hart]

isn't it wonderful how we got over all that when we finally grew up

[TLK]

I wish there was a pill to achieve such maturity, it would make my job as a teacher much easier. How I hate watching the love-lorn ring their hands at their futility.