Rapture.

I began to touch the sun,

and with a flinch I fear I was burned.

The tinge of fear could not keep away

brilliant bleeding flesh.

Shadows licked at my brain until

I became sticky with shame.

And the pain faded away into Noon.

But my deeds were not undone.

Collapsing lungs broke the dam,

memories clotted in my throat.

For days the fever burned me alive,

even my eyelids were cracked and dry.

The rain had not fallen in days,

an ageless rhythm soon began.

Taking its toll on me once again.

I dared not to speak, to move, or to cry.

With dying breaths the ice did crack,

free of the terrible confinement.

Three beats it did make before stopping,

when you walked through the door.

Winter was soon encasing me again,

and your laughter no longer healed.

I saw the sun like any other day

and with your love, I let it burn.

Reviews

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very very intense-you expressed the analogies so deeply here great poetry :)

[An owl on the moon]

You have always been able to create such a vast landscape with an intricate intimacy. Here you give that depth to experience found in the seasons of relationship. Beautifully and bittersweet, Kirsty...

[Tony]

Nice quatrains-- strong and captivating imagery throughout.
Really like the symbolism here.