cold thoughts

Flow of words has been lacking. I need poetry in my life. So, I take this break time, put myself back into the "past" and write ...


Cold
~TigressSky © March 5, 2012~

I wish I didn't love you so damn much.
You are like a rock tied to my ankle
Dragging me under; laughing
Yet you are also the river of emotions
That fills my lungs, with silt
And sludge. A liquid concoction
Of the disgust I should hold; for you
That I do hold; for you, until that moment
You lift my head above water and smile
That bright coy smile, the words that follow
A breath of fresh air which removes;
Everything. Filled now with the oxygen of hope
And truth in the whites of your lying eyes
I give in; fall under you and sigh,
Released. The heart gates are opened and
I pour myself unto you; feel your lips listening
Taste your tongue delivering such sweet deceit;
Oh ecstasy that I should finally be delivered
Unto you. Then, with a force sudden,
Driven, determined you pin me, grab my ankles,
A rope knot burned into them, into me, and
SPLASH!!! I am drowning again, smiling a broken smile
In the doorway of your stealth retreat
I watch as, like Job, you steal your back; carry on
And like salt, I melt - into the sea.
The arctic winds of logic blow in from the north
This is my heart hardening within the cold
An iceberg; of sludge and silt shut inside my throat
As I scream an empty sigh of your false promises
And still there is no goodbye.