Monday, July 2, 2012

The Ghost Of You



* This poem was borne from an inspiring quote by Pablo Neruda. The challenge was to use every word in the quote in an original piece of work. So here it is, I hope you enjoy it.

Quote: “I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”  ~ Pablo Neruda




Between the haze of incandescent light and silver shadow,
            I uncover you in the folds and crevices
                        of barren skin and blistering bones.
            You are intrinsic to my satin secrets
            as water is to a swollen brook spilling
                                on to dark river banks
                        where our souls unite and conjoin.

Benevolence blossoms in these magnified moments,
            as I cherish your mocha kisses and fevered touch,
            comprehending that though we cherish
                        and are adulated, it is imprudent
            to anticipate a reality where the things
                        we treasure will comply
                        with our ultimate desires:
            never harmonious, never indulgent, nor binding,
                        yet I follow you into misty twilight
            where neither of us can declare for certain
                        that we can withstand the folly
                        that bewitches and bemoans
                               our tremulous union,
                        like a priest rejecting the notion
                               of Heaven and Hell.

Be as it may, I awaken to your passage, like a crafty thief
            absconding precious gems and pliant cash,
                        only surfacing when the cobalt sky
                              swallows the glowing orb,
                              where we rendezvous
                              under the transient moon
                                    fully fathoming
            that in this eminent instance, this singular second,
            there is a place for us under licorice sheets
                        beneath the crust of the sun,
            a place where we can dance and sing
                        in melting moments shielded
                                    in blues and grays.

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