The Flame of Our Name

Do come, my love, for I insist!
Within the darkest crevices of time, we fight, we cry, I die
As vision gives us knowledge, we descend farther into the grime
Curiouser and curiouser, we fall in dark crevices of time

Molded by imagination’s ink, the tentacles stretch outward
Singed from top to bottom, see the glorious coals sparkle
Yes, even before their completion into diamonds never comparable,
It is the very time in between the transformation that enchants the very soul

For in this time, I see the very worst of you,
How it shines without shame, aching to be tempered,
Crushing to prevail over its creators,
The tentacles squirming in hollow defense,
Ink spreading in the dark blue waters of deepest sorrow and agony

How your beak ever pecks upon its prey, 
Dashingly exquisite, its sharpness—petulant in its purpose 
And I say to you, as you destroy—come, for I shall not back away
When the weapons you hold fall upon my budding flesh
Growing despite the damages you have made
Come, my love, come!
See how my wounds have me, exalt me, trust me…
Into a reality I deeply fall, forcing you upon your knees
For how I know, through your destructing ways,  
That together I will always make us be

Come, my love, for I die,
Heavy in the ecstasy of grief,
See how the fairy trees dance upon woes and lift hearts like plucked flowers
How demons with tempting eyes move as squealing moths crawl toward our fires
Wishing the burn of the coals, yet never touching such change
How the light floods through and through, to every dark corner and fissure
Licking the bonding surfaces with perfumed oils crackling 
The black tentacles scatter outwards, forming a wall around the growing blaze
My eyes close—from those very eyes you came
Descending to ascend, my love you crave
Trusting the time I have tamed in last feat,
You rise into the everlasting restoration of our name
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Bordner Avatar
November 26, 2014 at 12:26 AM
Continued..."Its the very time inbetween the transformation that enchants the very soul..." A craftsman and his craftswoman savoring the sacrafice of health and soul to create a marvel of love born from the diamond ash of pain and perseverance. That's a hot couple! I'm absolutely captivated by her self immolation. I love your flame Laura...J.A.B.
Breidenthal Avatar
November 26, 2014 at 4:59 AM
As I love yours, Justin. Spot on! I am glad-though not surprised, you understand where I was going in this piece. A romantic promise and plea, with dark overtones, and enlightening, diamond-dazzling results. ~Laura
Bordner Avatar
November 26, 2014 at 12:17 AM
This is deep, dark, daring love which only your gloriously gothic heart can construct Laura! WOW! Masochism of lovers gone mad and made noble by transformation in the pain of love's wounds and love's glory. "Come my Love, for I die, heavy in the ecstacy of grief..."This is so darkly romantic yet full of intense physical color...J.A.B.
Fleming Avatar
November 22, 2014 at 2:58 PM
You do write some very lovely and enchanting poetry. :)
Breidenthal Avatar
November 22, 2014 at 3:46 PM
You are a sweetheart. Thank you so much!~Laura
Chakrabarty Avatar
November 17, 2014 at 5:06 AM
Though "Molded by imagination’s ink" the tentacles are scary but "fairy trees dance upon woes" is my fav. I think all trees are fairy trees even weeds the wings are yet to be discovered. Free flowing, complete in imagery, well -written and uplifting love poem. Love Laura XXXXX RAJAT
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November 14, 2014 at 6:45 PM
Oh Laura, how I have missed your deep almost impenetrable wisdom. I am speechless at the depth and complexity of this write. A masterpiece indeed! ~Kilmer
Mcdaid Avatar
November 14, 2014 at 6:34 PM
deep heart touching very beautifully penned laura bless you
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