Poem- Red But Not Dead
This poem is an extension of Never Truly Mine and Let It Go. It focuses on the hell-bent opposition of love, that of lust. A powerful emotion but one based on short-term gratification.
Just let it go
Let it go
You left, leaving a massive hole
Deep, deep down within my soul
The chasm in my heart, split in two
Broken, devastated, pining for you.
But wait, amongst the angst and pain
There is no room for regret or shame
For a love that is lost, never to return
You are no longer an area of concern.
And now, the memories start to fade
All that is left is blood red and dead
But the burning lust, passion and desire
For you, still lingers, like a raging fire.
Lust persists, devours and consumes my mind
The licks of flames seduce and intertwine
Fusing together a bond that may never cease
As it waits, waits in anticipation, for a fiery release.
It builds, the raging lust, it must come to a head
To reignite what is red but certainly not dead
That final encounter is one of insatiable demand
Our natural chemistry fuses together, all unplanned.
Down, down, down, goes the setting of the sun
For this desire and passion can never be undone
Lost in a place that is such a pleasurable torment
To touch, taste, smell, and drown in your scent.
Sinking in a sea of lust, your body, my temple
With each single touch, kiss, passion you tremble
My all-consuming desire releases with such force
Only to devour you once again, tender yet coarse.
The sexual gratification comes to a climactic end
Euphoric, indescribable and hard to comprehend
From the high to a dramatic low, we never learn
Lust is not love, an elusive term we both yearn.
Be gone, go, the venomous poison in my veins
Nothing, nothing at all, no longer remains
Enough is enough, no more anger, no more hate
No more love, no more lust, it is no longer fate.
Image Credit (Cristine Walter/MolBavar).