Come, take my hand
as we dance within walls
pitch black with lonliness,
to a deafening tune
of silent cymbals
crashing in truth.
Waltz freely with desire,
as it drags you under
to drown us once more
within blood filled lust
of shallow joy.
Each small, sad tear
screams your name
across my cheeks,
where into my mouth
your name then dies
upon clenched teeth.
This dance we weave
with wistfull words
blends truth with lies,
surrounding us in music
of cold laughter
and forgotten promises.
But - still we take the beat,
join our hands,
then, once again,
we dance.
28/9/08
A work of art encompassing all that lies within a love-trialed relationship of two unsuited for each other yet neither wants to live without the other...10
life dancing to the truth music...words expressive sad...bitter but coated with poetic sugar...well written piece, Viola 10
wow the dance of the gods of silent cymbals crashing in truth wonderful imagery -10 anjali
where into my mouth your name then dies upon clenched teeth. I love those lines. very good job. Becca
This poem is amazing. There are so many parts I like You have amazing talent
This has all the primitive essence of ice-cold fire Viola - such economy of words too, where needed. So well done. a big 10 + + + from Fay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow. i loved the choice of words i felt them course through me. i loved it alot. i'll be reading some of your others