quisling.

i held you in my fist

eyes slanted fiercely

as i watched

intent in case you should flutter free

i knew better than to trust you again

each of your pleading pulses 

gave a corresponding surge through my veins..

were you not still a part of me,

no matter how your machinations

had been my undoing

on countless past occasions?

perhaps my words would be heeded

this time

because this time i really meant it

this time was past enough

i'd found the hidden morse code

you'd used to telegraph

what our true emotions were

to the one we all knew better than to love

my terms for this detente

are quite simple, really:

stop beating in tune with a pulse

we should no longer hear

and, for god's sake,

listen to me

at least for just this once?

Reviews

[Crowley]

Yikes...this has power. How does something once so beautiful...if it was really beautiful become so out of sync. What was real, then or now...and was I just kidding myself. There are many manufacturers of blinders for horses, and some work better than others, but there is but one manufacturer of blinders for humans, and that is love. Makes me wonder. Nice work.

[Kyle Insane]

Loved the voice that came through on this piece. Great job. Ty for sharing

[JC]

even when i dont know what you are talking about i feel the power and recognize the greatness of the writing.

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

There is a throbbing yearning throughout this poem which is endearing to me.I like: no matter how your machinations
had been my undoing
on countless past occasions?
I love how your words can get under the skin and give words to muted emotions.

[Ed Hart]

i think i'd drop the last stanza...you've pretty well covered it by there...high humor and wisdom mixed...goes down easy, and with a heart-knowing smile