Poems about Passion – Page 3 – Theater of Sorrows

Layers of Wounds, Greys and Blues

You were the soul of despair, wild with neediness, clinging to yearning
I was the ravenous heart, tortured with emptiness, stinging in the key of blue
Enraptured… through each others words, sordid and pure –
We Became
And I fell, and I fell, and I fell into you
I drank your darkness and your light like it was a black cherry breve
Almost drowning, as was my usual subscription
But eventually the fire dance that caused such rapture
Became a collision, then a septic incision that made love obscure
Your pain fed my need (cut me, wound me, let your fire burn – consume me)
Your woe broke my heart (your heart vandalized, your wounds trivialized, Shadowland, your trust vaporized)
Sentiment…
Your eyes told me secrets that I already knew
The me in the mirror speaks volumes without words
I don’t know what’s worse now, to be silent or unheard…
I need to retreat from this mushroom carousel
Angels on fire; we fell through the sky
Thunderbird constellation just out of reach
No gypsy to foreshadow your ebb and flow highs
You were a lost child, ravaged trust, moonless heart
I was black hole sadness, failed hope, waning star
There is no color to define your pain
No alchemy to extract pigments burnt into your mind
Nor poppies to quench realities cruel little games
Only me to kiss your words before they leave your eyes
So achingly deep
A ghost-shadow in flight
Your words spin the stars into lights in my head
Tracing the pages where you’ve written your pain
Where you’ve noted your heartaches, and bent bones, and sighs
Loves sorrowful path gleaned through beautiful heartbreaking words
At times felt like metastasized butterflies
You shove your pain into the air with each breath
And I’m wounded by its depth, and its width and its plight
I wish that there had been just one space you felt safe when alone –
When eternity injected fate with the gift of hindsight
We’ve been gauzy and flowing, sparkling and blue
Deadly and creeping, unraveling on cue
My name on your lips like a silk valentine
Your long braids, scars and ink, and that wild in your eyes
Metrical, fragrant, plumy prisms; Mechanism –
Crystallized…
Petals of hope spin and twist in grey air
In the mist I’ll keep searching, every time you’re lost there
Sea glass, feather-star light the way
Past patterns permeated with sediment, past rose worms chewing on decay…
I see the vapor of your kiss on the bathroom mirror
I sense your visions, sighs and myths whether they’re murky or sincere
Search for longing, search for meaning in your laughing eyes
Let you chase me naked at midnight in our backyard
Beneath a dappled, nubbly, Northwest grapevine sky
Indelibly indesinent; Loves wounds are scrolls that weave and meld
Raven wing night; Star and moon on the cusp
Illuminate love unparalleled

Amaranth

Rearview Retrospect, Rearrange, Reassemble, Redirect

I was an island
You were the sea
A torrent, a torment crashing into me
Moon made at midnight but our mystical explosion had no shadow in the searing sun –
Obscure… Obscure! No morphine, no cure!
Just a vague murmur in the wind; Hush, hush –
Hushed… like that blue betta on the floor,
Your secret doll; I sew my lips shut after I gorge myself on emptiness
Your mouth hot on mine, devouring, you lick my blood from your lips –
I’m a fatality, a vacant madness like your faraway eyes –
Those eyes that never look at me ferociously
Speaking without words, like exquisite crashing stars, soul into soul, undeniably
The – Most – Sweet – Est – Pain…
A love letter gaze, embers bursting into a sultry wildfire, scorching the page…
Poetry in cursive wind-caught pieces like fireflies in the air
Instead of blurry passages –
Love unwritten by your hand, hopeless devastation penned… in… intangible form
Sliding through my slippery, betrayal-drenched fingers –
As if my love was an insult
An appalling violence that must be silenced; You bled dry its sacredness into your silver cup
Amnesia dripping sweet between your lips
I exhaled my pain to the world but she threw my burden back at me
Citing irreconcilable fixations; razorblades and pulsing veins
I do well at choosing vacant eyes –
I do well at sacrifice, lift my wrists up to your blade, and you, no different –
Kissed her lips after kissing mine…
Tracked my pain across the bedroom floor; Prowling after a 9 pill high
Your rapid, brutal migration from all that we were
A spiraling reflection of our tearing shadows
Regret is a ghost; I hope it haunts your mind; Rubs you raw right to the bone
Seduces you into its bed, then kisses my name against your neck all night long
Moon falling sucks the stars from our night eyes –
Perforated pupils punched out like pretty paper dolls
Love riddled with abrasions; Put your savage soul back in its cage –
I’m handing you my last breath; I’ve heard that dyings all the rage
This feral web ruthlessly binds, this rusted blade won’t even slice my skin!
Death can be deadly, but beautiful; You did a thorough job on my dismemberment
Come kiss my scathing scars, while the shade of death wraps me like lace
I have no name, I never did; just two eyes without a face
Finish what you started; You know what comes next
The windows broken to my soul anyway…
I’ll never be your amaranth
I was an island
You were the sea
A torrent, a torment crashing into me
Smothered flame, bludgeoned love, wasted blood…
Blistered dreams, incinerated trust, fractured soul…
Cold steel blade plunging deep, behind a lovers silky smile…

Betrayal a callous place no mortal being should ever go

*Amaranth: purple imaginary flower that supposedly never fades.

Froth

My skin peels away from my skeleton
Arching, peeling in slow, arduous motion like my mind
Fleeing this wretched, wrecked enchantment; Done
Soliciting the thready arms of madness or assisted suicide
Over the wall the dust blows
Blasting, grinding into my skin and eyes
Pulverizing all I know… my heart your derelict, symbiotic field; Fallow

– hissing pain, burdened… top-heavy with synthetic froth –

Rocky clouds stomped toward stars to swallow or collide
I was smothered in your remedy
Sticky honeyed treat with delayed side effects
Soothing my veins, until scripts for me became her type, your fingers in collusion; Density
A regression of y on x

– After years of frigid, pulseless solitude, where talking with fantastical, amorphous beings, draped with angel wings, achromatic and ratty, like a demons hooves, was the only way to contour my mind into a wonderland, so the stark, lonely, soulless ambience in which I was encased, would cease to be encasing…
Your side effects were devouring the organized mess of my making, and I –
My lovely disorders, eating away at my self-stitched, hand-written, carefully formed humanness, like hammer to my clay; Such careless chipping and cracking, a submission beyond repair, leaving behind perfume-rusted lips, bitter eyes, a heart of malnutrition and paper…
Pages and pages of words without resonance; Love letters missing love; Who knew?
My spirit of charcoal ruminations, dotted with withered, pastel-canyon veins –
That weeping from the depths of your bones that chokes, suffocates; A scarecrow, sans stuffing, flat, dull, and, rotting at his unsoiled, virginal feet, witness to your harm, deceits pungent ravages in the lifeless eyes of a dead bird; Your disbelief and anguish stare back at you –

Dirt-grey, tracks in the snow epitaph, worn, shoddy and cruel
An apologia left in breath on a dingy window overlooking the stagnant brown grass
Love or lust or lust or love?… a perpetual anxiety, waxing, cutting contemplations; Duel
Patio table littered with coffee rings, cigarettes, flecked with poetic, tear-laced ash
A blue postscript: Images may seem further than they appear
Words may be apocryphal. Believe at your own risk and impossible notions
Scent of love in freefall. Chaotic reaching – warm fingers tracing spine only to slip; Veer
Into the abject, grim tomb of a universal ocean
Ghosts of love, woe in death, specters of dreams that were unmet
Crashing bone into bone, splinters like a twig to stone
Eternity has no name here, where what begins becomes what ends, no fond desire; Forget
Fine print isn’t suited to restless eyes re love caveats carved into wishbones
A torrid tangle of delicious and damage: Words, coffee, cigarettes, frost and flame –
Belladonna lull sweet but deadly
Your mouth learning my body, lovingly insisting that this was final, we were… final; True
The feel of you pressing against me, lips on my neck, fingers in my hair, tangled there, tangled there…
A singed, burnt, combustible palette, gasoline can leaning against the wall
Falls early darkness lets me hide; Trauma rest…
Put you back away ferociously
Each time I recall