Agony and delight
You swish past my mind at the most unseemly times
you plunge straight into my heart
pulling it down tight like an elastic band
and you finger it till I want to throw out some profanity
heart strings trigger fear and hate. loathing and love
I lose myself enmeshed amongst the layers of sanity[?]
I scrape the skin from under my nails hoping to find traces of you there.
I can not lie.
I can not confess
I dont understand this mess.
or you. or me. or us.
I crave and I misbehave
I miss and I dismiss
I feel and I reel
lusty fuck dust or
crimson lace and black love?
nonsense on top of nonsense
it never made sense
but it always felt right
it was never easy
always too hard to ignore
where are you now?
in every cell, in every memory
in every space, in every moment
a part of me
apart from me
love you.
miss you.
it is as simple as that
thats all there is and
all there ever will be.
there will always
be traces, echoes,
bits and pieces
and now
bits and bytes
all and all we give as good as we get
if we refuse
we lose
if we comply
we lose
there really is not anything
but the torment of love
http://www.postpoems.org/authors/9inety/poem/945446
peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot