Hopes Ruin | A Poem

 

It's subtle where she wanders,

Bare feet hoping to leave something behind in fertile soil 

Her fruit, plump with idle fantasies.

Rainfall tears spill on the flowers acting as eyelashes under the windowsill.

It's there beneath gathering storm clouds that I find her,

Black thorn bush draped in silk curtain dress 

The light above our heads emanates strange sounds reminding me of less hollow days.

My own flesh appears pale beneath this throbbing gloom 

Reaching out to her, I feel my heart tremble in my fist

And still I grasp for it 

Suffering painful pricks in an effort to restore the warm emotion of tender lips pressed against my skin.

I can feel her gentle fingers tangled in my hair, methodically demanding I stay the night.

My muscles ache as I chase after her embrace.

Warm bodies colliding beneath the rising moon 

And as my eyes meet hers I can feel the unobserved paradigm shift 

I'm bleeding into the sheets-

raptured despair

Wrapped here in the pursuit of all my vague passions

I would yield

(my body)

to the fulfillment of her desires 

Allow her to consume me by way of euphoric masochism.

Raw Kaleidoscope of days, maybe now I will see something new lying here beneath your twilight hours.

Oh hope, 

Mystical Aura of beauty surpassing that of Aphrodite herself

For you, I would expose the most vulnerable insecurities I possess

I used to fear I was doomed to never find you 

And now I fear that I have.

Now that I find myself in your company,

my soul is begging of me to breathe you in 

So here I am.

Fill my lungs with your breath

Ruin me in the late night hours with your raw salacious hunger

ravage my heart in the seas of your endless reveries

Until piece by clawed out piece,

I can shape something new from all this pain.