Where dogs go to die

You drew me out
As a blade would pressed to flesh.
Cloaked in the tantalizing nature of death
Like a night light to insects
You induce a deadly attraction,
A pleasure from pain,
Of which only you are to gain.

Stirring an urge
Deep in the wombs of women,
You thread a sorrowful scent of helplessness
By the careless flicker of your tail
Which you knew would be difficult not to trail

A dying dog
In search for its final resting place
I follow, at first, at a distance
Till you find a peace with me;

We share an intense intimacy
As you let me watch you
Undress your wounds
And dress them in pieces of me
Remained stained in your blood
Bound to your side
A bandage you bled through
Now used, healed and discarded,
Left only with a slashed scar, a reminder of you.

Daughter Outgrown

These clothes don’t fit me no more;
Shoes squeeze my feet and make them sore
Matching dress too tight and bursting at the seams
It seems I’ve gotten too big to fit in your ‘perfect family’ dream.
Clinging onto the little you let the girl slip away
Caught up in maternal disarray,
You fail to see that I’m still the same
Girl, just not little anymore;
But as your daughter, I shall always remain.

Closeness

Closeness is not defined by physical proximity
But rather a dance between souls
Of complex and complementary strokes,
A body of intimacy
If formed by a presence completing an essence.
Bodies of mind unfold by the touch of fingertips
From conversations
as profound as the brush of quivering lips…

A precious bond between two entities
Is created by a synergy of energies
Sometimes found between sweaty palms clasped, hand in hand;
Enclosed in the words of letters between long distance lovers;
In the comfort of a child’s head laying in rest upon their mother’s breast;
Even in the electric signals of phone calls and online messages between friends.


Closeness.

Thanx Philip 4 d inspiration! :-)))

Sinking 'ship...

Blood relationship bound us together,
Together we sailed through storm and hail.
That’s why when we ventured too far,
Became damaged by these jagged icy waters,
I couldn’t let the ‘ship sink.

I wouldn’t let the ship sink;
Because he was on it,
And he wouldn’t jump off,
Despite the flashing red alarm bell ringing:
Abandon ship!
Leave your mental baggage behind,
Abandon ship!
Break free from the bondage of your mind.

But he never jumped.
I couldn’t either;
Because I had promised myself that I wouldn’t again,
Not until another year had passed…

I guess “everyone has their price”
Their limit.
Their breakeven point.
That silver-slick-jaded-broken-piece of an ice berg
Floating, semi-submerged
Somewhere in the ocean;
In the wide deep ocean of being.
A ‘ship sank.