10.29.2013

Abyss Mal

   Standing
at the end of it all
you’ll see slate
specked with midnight
your calloused hands
clutching goose-kissed arms
nipples setting
against the scratch
of your woolen shroud
drops of sweat
spreading across your nape
   In the face
of such human sensations
it will take real gall
to listen for my voice
calling
   don’t go without me
   don’t leave without me
   take me with you
but you will jump anyway

Go ahead and jump

6 comments:

  1. Oh. Defying/confirming what is. Too close for comfort. Brilliant.

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  2. We want our loved one to jump into the life they're meant for but we don't want them to leave us. We keep that part quiet and put it in our poetry. I thought of my daughter leaving home, Country, culture and me all those years ago.

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  3. Oooh! this is a gruesome tale of obsessive love! Perfect for the season.

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