Monday, March 2, 2015

The gift of scars

Come eventide,
I used to long
For you to hold me.
To shiver beneath your touch.
To melt in the
Heat of the desire.
Oh, and I used to tremble in anticipation.
But wait!
Your hands and lips wandered.
Caressing and cuddling
The likes of me
That held the ambered passion
For you.
Oh, and night after night
I looked on from my regal palace
At your amorous rovings.
Wilting
While you sought pleasure elsewhere.
Writhing
While you reveled.
I finally shattered.
Took the plunge
And crumbled
Setting free,
The object of your desire.
Your wavering hands
Returned.
My quivering soul felt
The familiar touch,
Picking up
The broken shards
Piercing and pricking
Your tender skin,
While
The amber flowed,
Unrestricted,
Unrestrained,
And
Uncared for.
Ah!
As you consign me to dust,
I savour your last touch,
Satiating, sufficing.
May be some day,
After I am long gone,
You will think of me,
A chipped cup,
That loved you much.
Till then,
I shall bask in
These fragmented
Reminiscences
That engulf me.


10 comments:

  1. The thoughts initiate in a direction (wink), but then you work the magic with Porcelain and words.
    :)

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    1. I am glad that you can connect to the theme. Thank you so much Ira

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  2. Now that is one lovelorn cuppa tea. I loved the line "a chipped cup". I thought it was a cool little metaphor and wished you'd written more about that idea...and then I realized you had: the entire poem.

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    1. Thank you for such positive words on the little piece. They really mean a lot

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  3. This was powerful! Especially loved the lines -
    While
    The amber flowed,
    Unrestricted,
    Unrestrained,
    And
    Uncared for...
    ~Prajakta

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    1. Thank you so much Prajakta for such kind words. I am glad you like the lines :)

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  4. " fragmented/Reminiscences" feels like a wonderful payoff to the tale.

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    1. Thank you Jennifer. It is such a pleasure to hear such positive words

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  5. This flowed from one idea to the next. I also like how you used 'oh' and 'ah' to break it up, yet, again, kept it flowing.

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    1. Thank you so much Renada for appreciating the little piece

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.