Description: This is not a poem about necrophilia, though it might as well be.
All that is left -------------------------------------------
My broken hands only find your face in darkness
Your smile is not required and your eyes stay unfocused
I search your body for the answers your skin holds
Your flesh is cold and tells me nothing
I force myself inside, finding you hollow
I strain my fingers reaching for your soul
My hands remain empty and wanting
Your heart beats soundlessly in your chest
Your blood is pushed through your veins only by necessity
And the dawn leaves me as barren as you
mmm...your style is so smooth and creamy, yet your message is so sharp and jagged. what a beautifully ill poem you have here. i'm a bit unclear on whether the other person was dead or just physically/emotionally empty towards you. i loved the part about straining your fingers inside, searching for a soul - brilliant line! also, the ending line was very well thought out, and it brought just enough closure to the piece without giving away a specific ending. great job, yet again. hugs and blue bodies, ~*dark_and_dreary*~
Damn this is good. really. i love the style subject, word usage. truely the [censored]!!!
I've gotta say that you did an excellent job of getting your point across. seems as though talking about a relationship built on sex. or sex with no relationship? one of the two i'm not quite sure. seems as though it's written from another's perspective as the physical aspects insinuate a female. but then again i may be off on that, or the voice that this is written in. this truely made me feel [censored]ty, and i thank you for that. good write
i have no idea of which sex's point of view this was written from (was that even a real, english sentence?)but it worked. it works which ever it was. but i'd guess it was a man. well anyhow, the piece itself was beautiful. it was a well described moment between two people. the poem brought a certain feeling to me, which i cant really describe, but the image i got after reading the poem was a very strong one, too. i liked it really much. and it was original, too. well, atleast i havent read a poem like this before. it was so...intimate. and so..close? it good have had more in it, but it works. excellent.
Very beautiful. I agree with both beautywithin and ziplock about the quality of your poem. It is deep and meaningful, and has an extra something that makes me want to read it over and over again, trying to dig out its secrets. That, my friend, is something very hard to do, and I commend your effort. While the image that beautywithin gave of a man talking to a prostitue seems like something that this could be about, it also made me think about olden times when girls were married without their own consent. Their fathers would choose their husband, whether he be old and decrepit or young and mean. They weren't given a choice in the matter if their father found the man suitable, which usually meant that the man had a lot of money. Bravo!