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a whisper— it creeps through my extremities, & it persists: even when my fatherforgivemeforIhavesinned is clutched nearby, like a slowburningcinder that chisels at the arches of my feet, & simmers in my lockedup[treasure]chest, it tells me: *“iwonderwhenyouwilljustgivein,mylove, giveintotheembersandburstintoflames.”* [& these wrists, they ache, with a promise they once held for me— justopenthechestandyouwillbesetfree] — & I hate to be the bearerofbadnews but, you are a part of it, as well, my l.ong o.verdue v.icissitudinous e.scape, & in your lapse of silence, you whisper, too. *“iwonderwhenyouwilljustgivein,myfriend, giveintotheembersofyourheartache andsquelchouttheselickingflames.”* — & as the forest is left to its smolders & as the smoke begins to clear, I lie awake in the lulling hours of the morning, inspecting the charring on my heartstrings & the scorched remnants of my exhausted energies, waiting for healing to awaken among the first few raindropsofremembers & sprigsofspring, [itrustyou,itrustyou,itrustyou] only to be engulfed in the rhythm of your illumination again, for my leaves are dry & the winds are strong, & the hypnosis of your glow is too seductive to disregard.
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Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 3:14 PM UTC
my anxious smoldering heart.
a whisper— it creeps through my extremities, & it persists: even when my fatherforgivemeforIhavesinned is clutched nearby, like a slowburningcinder that chisels at the arches of my feet, & simmers in my lockedup[treasure]chest, it tells me: *“iwonderwhenyouwilljustgivein,mylove, giveintotheembersandburstintoflames.”* [& these wrists, they ache, with a promise they once held for me— justopenthechestandyouwillbesetfree] — & I hate to be the bearerofbadnews but, you are a part of it, as well, my l.ong o.verdue v.icissitudinous e.scape, & in your lapse of silence, you whisper, too. *“iwonderwhenyouwilljustgivein,myfriend, giveintotheembersofyourheartache andsquelchouttheselickingflames.”* — & as the forest is left to its smolders & as the smoke begins to clear, I lie awake in the lulling hours of the morning, inspecting the charring on my heartstrings & the scorched remnants of my exhausted energies, waiting for healing to awaken among the first few raindropsofremembers & sprigsofspring, [itrustyou,itrustyou,itrustyou] only to be engulfed in the rhythm of your illumination again, for my leaves are dry & the winds are strong, & the hypnosis of your glow is too seductive to disregard.
as of late, i have been noticing how many of my poems allude to the sea. here's one for those moments we find ourselves engulfed in flames.
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dorothylynn
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 3:14 PM UTC
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