Love

My loveless wreck is a swarm to you
It covers me until the icing wind burns
Curling into flakes of demonic illness
I have never made love

I adore and yet I never have
Pushed hard with those splinters
Coating me like wood
Burned into years upon a clock of
Black eating heartless pangs
The dull nothingness escaping
Like so much water and silver
Heaven's coins do not speak
In a simple ettiquette, a silent force
Where colours fade
That cuttlefish spine
It burns as a wheel and evaporates

I am hungered
Starved like so many nations
With thick Nazi thighs
I have never made love
My red startling heart piercing endlessly
Plucking holes into damage manipulation
The red flag which emblazens never white
I have never made love

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For Daffy, the only person who can fully understand.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Ryusaka Avatar
August 4, 2009 at 5:02 PM
Thank you Lady. This is beautiful. Every phrase is amazing... but the general effect of the piece is so intense. Love you, Daffy
Brown Avatar
August 4, 2009 at 9:49 AM
Good afternoon Nathaniel. I enjoyed reading your wonderful poem today. Love, Carol
Jordan Avatar
August 3, 2009 at 7:38 PM
Nathaniel - You know I'm a 48 year old man who has truly seen it all in life - I manufactured meth and played a major role in starting a gang in prison - I have had many ladies in my life but it wasn't until the age of 44 that I truly understood what love was and the difference between sex and actually making love - I admire your open honesty regarding your feelings - wonderful poetry - God Bless, MJ
Arteaga Avatar
August 3, 2009 at 6:49 PM
wow the last part amazing...great usage of words
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