Jan 2021
D Vanlandingham
My hands..
gently around her throat
as she momentarily
slips away, from the pain--
her beautiful doe-eyes, a full
submittal of trust..
(and I am worthy of it all..
so very very worthy, my beautiful)
and deep within her release
she takes love in
she takes it in
There is a rope in the garage
that has her name on it
the bannister at the top of the stairs
(so very, very unworthy)
to provide support
for her beautiful body
that now, only wants
to no longer have to carry the pain
The rope does not carry within it
the warm-blooded pulsings
of my own, heart's love--
(it does not feel your trust,
at the moment of release..)
but like me,
it has no concept of how to let go..
my hands-- they release
at the moment of your own..
the tears in your eyes, say it all to me--
that you don't want me to ever
learn how to let go.
The rope, being pain's release
in to the final
Mine, a never-letting-go
into the forever
my hands they ease their grip
but my heart--
no..
no not, ever.
My hands..
gently around her throat
as she momentarily
slips away, from the pain--
her beautiful doe-eyes, a full
submittal of trust..
(and I am worthy of it all..
so very very worthy, my beautiful)
and deep within her release
she takes love in
she takes it in
There is a rope in the garage
that has her name on it
the bannister at the top of the stairs
(so very, very unworthy)
to provide support
for her beautiful body
that now, only wants
to no longer have to carry the pain
The rope does not carry within it
the warm-blooded pulsings
of my own, heart's love--
(it does not feel your trust,
at the moment of release..)
but like me,
it has no concept of how to let go..
my hands-- they release
at the moment of your own..
the tears in your eyes, say it all to me--
that you don't want me to ever
learn how to let go.
The rope, being pain's release
in to the final
Mine, a never-letting-go
into the forever
my hands they ease their grip
but my heart--
no..
no not, ever.
