is a beast of its own species.
Yearned and untouchable
it glows kingly
and grows wings.
If I knew you now
I could find faults to flaw you,
dull your mane to something more mortal
less dreamlike
make you human again.
Time betrayed me
when I surrendered you to it
relying on its restless course
to pave gray over all the colors
you made me feel.
Out of decency you should have
punctured me with hurt
so I would withdraw to some dark place
and let the soft skin scar privately
while I learned not to love you.
Heartsick and eager I beg
the severing of the anchor
vying for freedom's sweet release
the moment you become
unspectacular.
3 comments:
Beautiful and haunting
I never know what to say about poetry and stuff like this...I can relate and like this though.
To me, this section says it all in relation to that little sculpture:
Heartsick and eager I beg
the severing of the anchor
vying for freedom's sweet release
the moment you become
unspectacular.
And I have felt that very same way in my life... your prose and sculpture are very passionate and touching.
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