There is nothing,
Nothing that can contain this
Floundering pain--
First a tear,
Then a fist...and a tear or a scream
(sometimes all three)
Again.

Climbing nimbly,
Digging fiercely,
These emotions claw their way
Into my day, into my night,
Until I am nothing but a echo
Of what I truly am.

A pile of flesh,
A lump of clay,
A bloody solitary rib--
From the dewy earth I've risen,
From the inky black clouds I will fall
(as I have fallen before).

Kisses are like sunken treasure
When we are buried in the sand--
We cannot move forward,
We will not look back,
So we purse our lips in anger
And flick our tongues with deceit.

I have loved you as I love
Cherry blossoms in the spring,
As I love my toes pressing into the beach
And chocolate covered cordial cherries--
Nay! I think I have loved you even more!
But now, we are broken...

Shattered and ink-stained,
Harsh words digitally altered
On a white, glaring screen...
Fragile whispers drawn with a quill
On parchment--these things are indeed real,
As our love is real, and will remain real.

Truth and Destiny are slivered
And wrapped about each other
As our thoughts intermingle,
Twist around one another--
Fall with me!  Rise with me!
These tears aren't for you at all.

These tears are all I have left,
So let me bathe in them freely,
Let them soak into the sand,
Rinse the dew from the grass,
And cling to my skin when I again
Fall--I have returned your rib.
Let it rest firmly within your soul.

Dena L Moore
October 12, 2002

http://denaspoetry.homestead.com

Love and Blessings to all.