
You are my only ferocious hunger
The dismissal of my sanity –
My mortal wound
Lay me within the cool soil until I’m returned to the earth as those before –
Human form shifted, no longer a heart to suffer. Transformed…
Like ancient beings; I am severed from the fierce jagged ones that form the cliffs –
Spirits worn down by everyday sorrows into smooth round reflections. Stones of silence…
Sharp, lovely, ferocious armature falling away as time belittles, defies, destroys –
By sending its angry creatures
Deluded, raging things that hammer at all of Loves lovely confections –
Empty lovers disguised as vessels overflowing –
Luring, seducing in an effort to hoard the light
Infatuation with the dark now a dimension of their disease
Vehemently declaring that’s not their intention while killing all the pretty
Deconstructing spirit, tearing it apart, strips and pieces, strips and pieces…
Clawing at its innocence until it cries blood
Burning its pain, spitting on its determination
They dismiss, defile its sweet rituals that tether it to faith, trust, love
To replace those lovely tenderness’s with crude, fatal harm
This assault an unending, hollow apology that peels back layer upon layer of scabs
Until all wounds are eternal
Raging thing –
You are my only ferocious hunger
I’ve known you before existence drew its first breath
You gave me your eyes
Spoke my language – words painted on lonely pages in twisted, flowing script
Expressing the dark longings of your disenchanted, embittered soul
Lovely, poetic ramblings, tangled up in howling anguish
I thought that your maddened burning was for me
But that deranged fire, violent passion, lethal, smoky lust
Was not for me, but in spite of me
Blood on each page after reading, and – I thought meaning. Until I read between those bleeding lines…
To find that you’d bound my spirit with fiction, prose that swarmed and stung beneath my skin
A thousand stinging passages –
Backward translations shattering mirrors with the ferocity of their deflowered, naked truths
And the finality rains swift, time can’t temper this abrasive fracturing –
Your destructive force batters the soft womb of my soul
You bury my spirit where the murdered were abandoned
Where the flowers have no petals
And the sun casts no shadow
Every tomb nameless –
No sorrowful devotion, no remembrance carried through the ravages of eternity…
Beneath the luminosity of the suns light or the moons milky pool; Let some small force deny obscurity
Unlived, unbound, undone soul mates returning to fit in each others shadows, wounds, words
Souls sealed at the seams
Trials, tribulations melted into antiquity
Love wrought from pain during all seasons, reasons, separations
You are my only ferocious hunger
The dismissal of my sanity –
My mortal wound