Here I lie, open-chested warrior
for all you said you wanted.
No point in treading water,
I’m drowning in your ocean.
How can I give my heart to another
when it still lies beating in your hands?
Warm blood trickling ‘twixt your fingers,
dripping with careless abandon
to form the blackest lake
that pulls me in
until there’s
nothing
left
.
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*heavy breathing*
The imagery in this piece is truly magnificent. Strangely, I had a conversation with my youngest about imagery recently and I’m going to show her this as a wonderful example of how words can paint a glorious picture. This poem breaks my heart but there’s no denying the incredible beauty – it got its hooks in me as always 🙂
I’m so flattered you would share the poem as an example of imagery. A poet can’t really ask for higher praise! Thanks, Mel 🙂
My pleasure 🙂 And she loves it when we can share and talk about things because she’s started to take a keen interest in language – yay!
That’s brilliant 🙂