What am I, but a Gentle Tear Stained Memory

A poem about Two people on the varying ends of the spectrum, in terms of love and hate. Perhaps, something that could remind someone what it was that they were destroying in their desperation.

I place soft kisses upon Ivory coffins, hoping maybe you'll return warmer than before....
If this is what mortality is-cold, white with blue dye'd lips, and empty embraces-
then perhaps I've been nothing....
But immortal.

Don't you dare lie to me, Your immortality my life was nothing more than an inescapable shackle.
I remember firmly the feel of soft, silken hair flowing gently down black coal smeared back....
It shined brightly like fire, red and gold highlights against, a cold obsidian carved figure,
and your eyes a brilliant Hazel, glinting easily against the backdrop of that fine heart shaped face,
how I wanted-

-die, you left me here within this miasma. I'm cold now from simply holding hands that no longer exist.
Telling me that you exist, when all that remains, are these horrid shackles...
How I longed to dig into your body,
To carve a place for me,
to lay gently within you...
This is a sin, and a hazard....

Silence, I'm in awe beauty beyond compare,
I want become ensnared within your flame, and dye myself in your sweet aura
to live within your gentle-

-embraces and become incinerated.
I want to do nothing than burn away all these shackles,
and dance upon something different like-

soothing waters, I'll gently wipe away all of you,
If only to feel you tender waist, beneath these thin calloused fingers,
and taste your sweet rose colored lips beneath-

-my fangs...
I'll cut away into you, I'll feel as that white chest full of sparkling gems
gives way before my fingers, but not before I rip-

you away from your tears, and oblivion.
I love when you smile, and when those pearl like gems
glitter in the sunlight.
I really want to save you from your personal hell,
and lead you-

-to glory, and heaven. You liar...
I'll kill you, bathe you in an eternal red until nothing

-remains....

and until there no longer remains this bloody pretense....

but...

but...

To be drowned in sin like regret, love, and flame, and ire,
If only once to feel your soft kisses, and warm embraces...
Death would only remain nothing than myth....

For, eternity was already ours....

Author's Note

Please ignore punctuation

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

That split second when you know it's over, but he doesn't, but you do it anyway. I like the way you have structured this piece.

[songstress]

Thanks, I really appreciate the Feed Back KL Goode. and who knows even if something has ended it doesn't mean that one can't encounter another in this sordid tale call life. Maybe next, time around my muse will stay. :) regardless, or where I'm going now I appreciate the feedback.

[Lyn Anderson]

I have always enjoyed your work.

[Fatima]

Can I just say that I fell in love with this?

[songstress]

My, thank you so much for your kind words. it truly brightened up a dark day for me.

[Frieda P]

For some reason Paradise by the Dashboard Light came to mind reading this although it's much more eloquent....love the exchange here, it's certainly unique in its approach.

To be drowned in sin like regret, love, and flame, and ire,
If only once to feel your soft kisses, and warm embraces...
Death would only remain nothing than myth....
For, eternity was already ours....

What a way to go....! Going into my favorites toot sweet....no bloody pretense here.

[songstress]

Hello Frieda, thank you once again for the wonderful review. I always enjoy hearing from you and I like your references as well. However, I have to apologize for coming up blank once again. I'm afraid I do not know the group or song that you are referencing. I apologize for this. But, I still wish to thank you for taking an interest in this piece... I was honestly nervous writing it, because I never really based a poem around a dialogue. Yet, seeing this review makes me really happy. Thank you for being so Kind, I wish I could be a little more eloquent in this Thanks, but I just hope the you can feel my sincerity.

[Frieda P]

I'm glad you ventured out, that's where the great works always come from, something that scares the bejaysus out of us but we go head first and do it anyway....you're not familiar with Meatloaf....? It's hardly the same, but in my mind, some kind of music always pops up whilst reading it seems. Was my pleasure, I always enjoy your work.