Eyes Like Yours

With eyes

like bayonets

You butcher

my heart

You render 

it a bloody 

mass,

of tissue 

Flesh

Again

Beating barely,

on the floor

So that I

may sink

lower

than before

And  that    good  gone

     all    was      is

For a heart

that's no

more, leaves

me with

what?

My animalistic 

nature, deeply

depraved?

Something worse

than lust,

though

An anxious

longing left

unsated 

You're miraculous

and you're 

murderous,

my love 

With eyes

like yours

Leaving after

the loss,

inflicted

Wounds which

won't heal

Masochistic 

I still can't bring myself

to go

Eyes like yours

Reviews

[Neville]

This is quite simply delicious, bordering as it does on the depraved and that precariously balanced state somewhere near the point where one's subjective experience of both pain and pleasure become sublimely blurred........... Neville

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Ah, the old self torture that so many apply as a bandage for broken hopes and dreams. It can't be helped I know until we find a cure for love and I think if we could find such a "cure" we'd be more sorrowful than before. I guess it's that thing of "Tis better to have loved and lost..." It doesn't make it any easier, nonetheless. Interesting how we can separate a single characteristic (in this case, the eyes) to represent a more complex set of feelings. Nicely done and completely understood. Bless.

[Thomas Emile Vaughen]

Hi Fabian. Thank you for the thoughtful and constructive review. Really glad that you could take the time to read the poem. Best, C. Peril.