Mortal Heart. Poem by Wade Harlaine
Mortal Heart.
I know you’re with him now
every thrust a dagger in my heart
every kiss a lash tearing at my flesh
I see legs entwined locking bodies together,
they are my medieval rack
and rip me limb from limb.
I see hot sweaty flesh
pulsating to a chorus of ecstatic moans,
it is my crown of thorns that sends
a thousand splinters into my mind.
This is my reality,
my penance for a crime unknown
for a love not shown.
This is the barb wire tight rope,
I walk every single day.
This is my world of the real
knowing you yearn for another.
This is my acid bath of rejection.
I’ll drink it gladly,
drown in the burn.
What choice do I have
for I am a mortal man
with a mortal heart,
that beats only for you
awwwww... this is really sad and the end was really sweet. i'm sorry for whatever happened. but keep writing! it was really good: ]
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4/19/2024 7:30:16 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Massive springs to mind immediately; perhaps epic would be more apt. This resounds with a truth unavoidable for me. Without doubt I find much to relate to here. The largest mystery of love is finding trust somehow while not drowning within the longing. Emotion is a double-edged blade that knows no mercy. I'd rather burst into flames then freeze to death in isolation. Powerful poem, Wade! Warm regards, John.