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Honeybee
Member Ascendant

since 1999-12-26

Posts 5372
Ontario, CANADA

0 posted 2010-04-28 12:54 PM

For Tony...

A Paradox

Fingers raw red
c l a w i n g
on the macabre of mercy
you twisted my crux
until it broke into the pieces
wanting you now
to make them whole.
You sentence me to sleep
where there are no dreams
and I weep without tears
in the water of your leaving.

I would give anything
for you to understand my pain
but you are the habit that I crave
the old familiar of settling for
that Frisbee of pretense
thrown at my open mouthed heart.

And it is so avant-garde
the way you held my trust
on the shard of glass
with the same artistry
and nonchalance
I used to hold
my rag doll as a child
when it became a thing
and the leg
became a handle.

I always was masochistic
in my need for love
the supplement
to your bloated ego
of we, as actors for the part
play indifference and lethargy
so well.
You pleasure me with hurt
the plastic doctor
giving me a short lived heal
the coma of emotion
breaking apart
like gauze limbs
that suffocates coax and form.

I have become the flower
in the fragile
with slats that suckle no sun
my heart, the resting place
for the blade of your deceit.

But I cannot forget you
I want to stay in love
with my sorrow.

I wore your leather tongue
again today in memory
this broken record plays
the cruel of your words
that peaks through innocent teeth
yet salts the skin with vicious
and winters my breasts as fools.

You languid your linger
and I make love
to a touch
that does not feel;
I kiss you
and you taste
like stone fingers to a mouth
that has no moisture.

You are how the power of love
has found me dead.

Still I want you
still you fall inside like freedom.

Then again, love and lust
are the same disease
the idolatry of hunger
a spiritual atrophy.

You are all that keeps me cold
in the stagnant of the wound
arousing me in the safety
of your lies
and I have learned
to fear their presence
as much
as I now fear their absence.

By Melissa Long-Monette

Earl Brinkman
Senior Member

since 2010-03-03

Posts 1183
Osaka, Japan

1 posted 2010-04-28 01:43 AM

Thanks for the advice. As for the poem, I thought the following lines were exceptional - with the same artistry - and nonchalance - I used to hold - My rag doll as a child. I haven`t really written in free verse so there are many things that I need to learn. I can learn from you.

Dark Stranger
Member Patricius

since 2001-03-19

Posts 13631
West Coast

2 posted 2010-04-28 08:30 AM

ms honey....ruthless from a lover's view...well done

Chalmette Guy
Senior Member

since 2009-03-11

Posts 1257
Louisiana

3 posted 2010-04-28 08:47 AM

Wow...and intense too. Hope he gets the message.

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