she had tried
oh god
how she had tried
not to look to see
not to think to feel
to smell to taste
to want to need
to succumb
to surrender sanity
to relinquish reality to
that galvanizing first glance
the look
the lock of the eyes
that instantaneous knowing
the gnawing familiarity
the instant intimacy
for where could it lead?
but to no man’s land
no woman’s land
the land of denial
the land of self-denial
land of deceit deception
the land of no return
the isle of exile
this dangerous territory
to which they both were
foreigners in a foreign land
and so it was that
she took flight
bolted broke loose escaped
escaped with her soul intact
her virtue whole
her heart held ransom
vowing never to return
and now -
now
she tried
oh god
how she triedoh god
how she had tried
not to look to see
not to think to feel
to smell to taste
to want to need
to succumb
to surrender sanity
to relinquish reality to
that galvanizing first glance
the look
the lock of the eyes
that instantaneous knowing
the gnawing familiarity
the instant intimacy
for where could it lead?
but to no man’s land
no woman’s land
the land of denial
the land of self-denial
land of deceit deception
the land of no return
the isle of exile
this dangerous territory
to which they both were
foreigners in a foreign land
and so it was that
she took flight
bolted broke loose escaped
escaped with her soul intact
her virtue whole
her heart held ransom
vowing never to return
and now -
now
she tried
oh god
to forget
to erase eradicate exterminate
but it was not to be
she was not set free
she was herself
now the quarry
prey to the polarizing
pull of cerulean circles
relentlessly pursued
hunted stalked and found
by the blue angel of love
love amytal barbital veronal
love hypnotic
she had been ambushed
taken by brute force
ripped away ravaged by
its raging currents
taken to deep dark crevices she had never known
chasms long forgot
places where he awaited her
and now held captive
she was love’s captive
captivated
a creature confined
a prisoner held hostage
by the deep
endless
unfathomable
sea green oceans
of love and lust
4 comments:
well...put this way, love isn't very nice is it? Makes one wonder why we crave it and keep coming back for more...we try to run but we can't hide, can we?
This is really powerful
and nice to see you are able to create amidst all the rest of your busy-ness and creativeness.
Strong words, and a delicate subject, both fitting together hand in hand.
Very good indeed.
But... after all the suffering she gets into another prison...that of love...
And can we separate those oceans of love and lust? Where does the divide happen? I think we often don't know. Gypsywoman, this was very very well written, with just the right amounts of repetition, just the right sounds. There is an inner rhythm through which I can hear both of these hearts beating. And "amytal barbital veronal" is genius!
Nevine
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