Fracture

Life is a challenge as we try to follow our instincts but are held fast in the grip of social control.

Opening the cracks

in the pavement

I slide into gear,

smoothly

slipping

between the bars

 

of the prison

my mind and

society has wrapped

around my

every move,

around

my every thought.

 

I stand up

to be counted

but

like confetti

I am caught up

in the wind

of change

as it billows

and blows

in eddies of

hot air

 

surrounding

me, my heart

and my soul

in the

wet paper

and the

dark stains

of Catholic

guilt.

 

There I

boil

and seethe,

rail against

the false constructs

perpetuated

by the controllers,

the money men,

the politicians,

and the corrupt

priests.

 

I slip between

the sheets

hoping

to meet your skin,

hoping our deliverance

will be long,

indulgent and

merciful.

 

Knowing

I would know

all of you,

intimately

as we both

fall

between

the cracks.

 

As we both

give,

knowing

it is what

we want

but cannot

have.

 

14/08/19

Author's Note

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and it seems the most sensual experiences are those that we are not supposed to have...
that which is taboo...
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed so Jacob. In many aspects of life the longing and anticipation are often better than reality. Many thanks.