The Tragic Outcome Of The Pursuit Poem by Melissa Hurst

As long as his heart beat,
I could not possess him
and fulfill obsession.

Stiff, cold lover,
my finger penetrates his mouth
but there is no life in his tongue.

I'd rather his flesh be smooth
and inviting with its warmth,
but only through Death has he been
offered to me.

I'd rather his eyes flicker in ecstacy
and his mouth moist with saliva,
but even in Death
he is unfair and succeeding in his rejection of me.

The chill of you is all that is accessible,
the phallus is eternally flaccid
and the hands void of anger or passion.

But I want you even in this,
even in your blank state.
I molest with guilt,
kiss with despair,
and yearn for your escape from this sleep.

If I could deliver you from Death,
would your eyes widen at the sight of me
or flicker in a naughty fashion?
Would your mouth bar my tongue from entry
or would it open wide and welcome my passionate spirit
to be passed through heaving breaths?

And while satisfaction is yet to be achieved,
perhaps it is that my mind reminisces
of the beauty of your speech
whether it be bittersweet conversation
or archived whispers of love.

Perhaps I wish to see your eyes filled with life,
despite the chance of them averting from me.
The outcome of this pursuit
has dampened pride and the excitement
of the chase.

I followed you in anger,
bent on ravaging you
and bruising this flesh so cold.
As I lay here beside this cold vessel,
I know that my heart yearned for you in the pursuit
and my hands could never have struck you.

As I cup your sweet face,
remorse and shame overwhelms me.
Lamentation has subdued me.
Live, my Sweet!
Get up from this bed
and curse me!

Move from this sleep and leap out the door!
Embrace the soft wrath of the wind
and smell the perfume of nature!
You do not belong within the bowels of the Earth,
but in the heart of it.

To know that I will not feel the same wind
that brushed along your body
brings forth a tear.
I will no longer know the sun
that scorched the white of your body.

The dusk is coming to us, my love.
I cannot acquire your permission to stay with me tonight,
but whether you are here
or within the soil,
loneliness will remain.
I don't want to be here alone,
so I will keep my faithful arms around your vacant vessel.