Treasure Island

Nicky McNeil

(long ago and far away / Nashville, Tennessee)

just disjointed mind mutterings


(not really prose, poem or complete thought just disjointed
mind mutterings

what pain is more severe
the loss of love
the love unacknowledged
the rejected love
or the love betrayed?

Take your pick
each is more than the
average bear or
soul should ever endure
and truth be known each
of us has felt the pain
as well as dealt that torment upon
another naked soul
maybe we did mean to or intend to
or they did not to us
but you can close your eyes
remember and feel the
agony you felt deep deep
in the pit of your stomach
and then imagine
how you too have done the same
to myffy or skippy or both

now where is the justice in love?
there is none nor karmic relief
more comic...the dark kind
there is no right way or
wrong way to love or not love
only the way that works for
you and them
that other one that knows your pain
your heart
your desire
your passion
your soul
your tenderness
at night
alone together
in the same room
or miles away
in secret silent touch
you sweat
they feel
and you both
become free
for a time...
until

Submitted: Monday, August 10, 2009

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