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mourning the night before
how cruel, how cruel is love
and poetry stands accused as well.
how far the moon, how grievous
how bitter the tears. and sweet.
the raven knows not our craving
black bird judges our shame, sullen and craven.
she moans & churns in her bed;
she calls to heaven for sleep, but there is none.
her disenchantment is a torrid reckoning,
but she names it desire.
she entreats me. she is in need
of tenderness. and of cruelty.
the beating of her heart exacts the beating of her flesh –
and I, being her lover, must drag her from that hell.
love is cruel, it is the fire
that will enkindle her agony
and thereby deliver her from torment.
on her knees, naked and weeping
supplicant to my unkind ministrations.
wicked girl, I berate her; wicked!
my hands in her hair, pulling, as she needs it
I slap her face, twice, and twice more,
with all the rage and the mercy that is love.
I abrade her with my hands
these hammers of love
because I love her, and love is cruel.
she takes my rigid length in her mouth
she tongues and sucks
and her fingers go where they must.
she makes me come and she takes
my come on every part of her –
balm for her bruises.
she can rest now; she can sleep
with my marks and my stains upon her.
I am drained and I am almost regretful,
and I take her tears and her love to my bed…
how cruel is love. and poetry as well.
Published 6th Feb 2016
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6th Feb 2016 10:03pm
6th Feb 2016 10:41pm
Oh God I loved this. The power, the passion of this write. You filled my cup. I felt her abandon, I felt his pain.
7th Feb 2016 00:54am
7th Feb 2016 6:27am
mercy, mister feddeler, weeping into my coffee cup over here ...
... you are a god, this is a gospel written in the creases of lonely sheets
loved
xo
... you are a god, this is a gospel written in the creases of lonely sheets
loved
xo
Anonymous
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7th Feb 2016 5:47pm
7th Feb 2016 8:26pm
To the edge of eroticism and the cruelty of love, this poem had it all.
"it is the fire
that will enkindle her agony
and thereby deliver her from torment." Love that line.
Bravo.
"it is the fire
that will enkindle her agony
and thereby deliver her from torment." Love that line.
Bravo.
7th Feb 2016 9:14pm
Fine work as always, and I particularly appreciate this seeming paradox:
"love is cruel, it is the fire
that will enkindle her agony
and thereby deliver her from torment"
Cruelty in an erotically healing form. That's a really clever title by the way, and mourning might become you.
"love is cruel, it is the fire
that will enkindle her agony
and thereby deliver her from torment"
Cruelty in an erotically healing form. That's a really clever title by the way, and mourning might become you.
7th Feb 2016 9:35pm
"And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself." ~ Gibran
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself." ~ Gibran
7th Feb 2016 10:12pm
Like this poem? Love this poem!!! I love the ambiguity and absurdity of the human condition...of love...love that is truly inseparable from hate...pleasure/pain...this ink has that Cioran darkness to it...but also the passion that demands love and to be loved. Brilliant John.
Cheers...Harry
Cheers...Harry
9th Feb 2016 11:17am
Im going to teply to this
one.. because youve
plucked a million of my
chords...
In a sincere and touchy
way...
-Howlings
one.. because youve
plucked a million of my
chords...
In a sincere and touchy
way...
-Howlings
9th Feb 2016 3:58pm
Anonymous
17th Feb 2016 10:31pm
Step out of my semi-broken place.
Now, there is a feeling I cannot
shake.
Now, there is a feeling I cannot
shake.
6th Jul 2016 4:44am
