In realms of infatuation
and unwilling perspiration
that conquer weary minds
the clock unwinds
backward
and accordingly do the feet
who wish to defeat
the ground on which they creep
But they never will
as they hit something still
behind them
Out of the darkness it walks
revealing a jaw that talks
and two bountiful lips
amid all the sinking ships
that sail away from harbour
to lands that bear something darker
And left is the sun
seen by one
lonely eye and another
and seeing that it is good
the time moves as it would
on a clock like any other
but the difference is clear
to bite a neck and an ear
and be freed from all who do suffer
brother and brother
apart like winter and summer
but something lies between
the bond of lust, indeed, is obscene
until the jaws silence
and lips come together
revelling in the violence
and the terrible weather
Desires are fulfilled
Loneliness is killed
left to rot in a puddle
leaving minds in a desperate muddle
Feet on the ground
without a sound
Now we are here
Comments
skinner_jennifer | December 18, 2011 - 17:52
Hello Arthur Ray,
I read this poem a couple of times and my partner
read it, we were unsure as to what it was about.
But I found it intriguing and almost like a conundrum, like there was a message within the poem.
A very good poem, with hints of looking back with
regret, I think I've found a poem that has stumped
me completely.
Have a great Christmas and a Happy New Year.
Jenny.
Arthur Ray | December 18, 2011 - 19:41
Well thank you, Jennifer, that's very kind of you to say. The poem is about a woman I once fell for, only for a while, and how she was disrupting my life and doing me no good, but how I still wanted her, even more so because she seemed to be ruining everything so much.
It's a strange one, I suppose it just felt right at the time.
Anyway, thank you for the interest. You too about the Christmas and New Year stuff.
Have fun