Total Eclipse Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

I have loved. I have loved.
Not by degree. But totally.

With an intensity
that runs too deep,
that ate haemorrhage heart;
to insidious suffering seat.
I was too young
intensity shattered internally.

You were the last.
Always.
You were the last.
Each gift of love was sweet.
Always.
You. Were the last.

Touch. Your cool confiding fingers
upon suppliant, silent sensitive skin.
Dying. With your teasing touch.

Only thing that took temporarily
away all body burning heat.

Pain I would at vassal vault
shield mortal’s pilgrimage meat.
You. Always you I seek. I seek
in fevered restless sleep.
Skin touching skin
eternally we meet.

I remember I remember
every woman I ever loved.
And what? What do? Do I remember?
I remember everything. In totality.
Years counterpoise fade...
colliding upon, contemporary substituted reality.


Copyright © Terence George Craddock