Satya Tabachnick Poet I do not know?

Slowly Shaking, Quaking, Making...

As I look up, I wake up,
I hear sudden sound
The voices they call me
When no one’s around

I stand here and listen
As softly they speak
For everyone’s laughing 
At something unique

I don’t quite know
As I restlessly gape
How you can take it
That cruel stricken face

I love you it says
As we wait undisturbed
I miss you and hate you
And fake you it serves

What do you do when love comes unaware?
What can you do except tremble with...
Why do you quake?
Fear or excitement, breath or flame?

Here is the door
Here are the people
Open my heart
And see how it… 
Bleeds, Burns, Craves, Yearns.

Life.
Hope.
Honor.
Lust.
Licking blood, as our fate turns to dust.

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Carolyn Devonshire March 12, 2009 at 2:26 PM Satya, reading the title, I expected to see a poem about earthquakes. But you have given me chills of another kind. The turbulence of lost love is well stated in this great poem! Love, Carolyn