The Equation of Bandages

I burnt my lips on your kiss

And before this I slaved

A BEHAVED behavior

Fits of a forlorn savior

 

I darken my sight with your eyes

Implied, plight to beside

Harken light let rise

Inside the right tries

 

I numb my touch to your feel

Scuffed heel on stuck gum

Appeal struck dumb

Broken senseless drum

 

I thought your voice to my ears

As years of choice clocked

Tears from what I hear

Blocked voice in a box.

 

I exhale your scent from my memories

Breath rent fragile energies

Yet the squeeze meant

A Nail in the fence of sensories.

 

I freeze my blood with your heart

Dubbed it an art

These aren’t passages

But bandages of lost parts.

Author's Note

Deep processing.

Reviews

[Liza]

deep longing.
your words serve a subtle intensity and spark insight that flames with passion.
it is not my favorite to play favorites because the entire piece is so smooth but these lines stunned me, in a great way

I exhale your scent from my memories

Breathe rent fragile energies

Yet the squeeze meant

A Nail in the fence of sensories.

[Jazique]

Wow deep into. and definitly agress very poetic.

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. reminds me of pink floyd lyrics ... "tight as a tourniquet, dry as a funeral drum, run to the bedroom, in the suitcase on the left, you'll find my favourite axe" ... and reminds me because this is particularly intense, poignant and poetic ...