Soul Cry

A love unconditional but still capable of affliction

This unbalanced exchange haunts me

My roaring ocean for your bubbling creek

All participation ever so consensual

And yet we hear different songs

I can't help but wonder how long

I can carry on in this fashion

Knowing that I will never be

Equally as devastating to you

If I never touched your skin again

Would you feel the slightest ache

Sugar-coated and smooth for now

You polite capsule of tolerance

But I'll be left shivering the moment

Intimacy presents its empty palms

Author's Note

It may be a bit bumpy, but I just needed to throw these thoughts on "paper" so I can move on. They keep trying to attach themselves to other projects.

Photo: https://www.flickr.com/photos/caitlinator/3633244665

Reviews

[Great Aunt Astri]

Ah men! Sometimes they think they don't need to say kind, gentle, reassuring, loving words. Sometimes they take too much for granted. But don't feel 'afflicted' ... educate him.! (Or tell the lady in the poem to do that!) Poignant poem, which one can identify with!

[Cobblestone Traveler]

I appreciate your words so much. I agree, but it can be so difficult to educate when you know the result would be the same, if not worse. It's when you have to learn how to be content with being an afterthought. (An unlikely story)

Thank you so much for your review!

[Great Aunt Astri]

Well then, just ignore him!