Sunday, September 9, 2007

The air is stone to hold my hand in place,
for you are mine in everything but this:
to take you into my unchaste embrace,
to steal your breath within a cherished kiss,
to sooth you when your life’s too bright a spark,
to hold your hand, to use your given name,
to rouse you when you languish in the dark…
Who dares to call these thoughts of mine profane,

But I? Who gives and spends my life for you,
Yet knows that these are things I cannot do.




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12 comments:

julia said...

Strong beginning:
"The air is stone to hold my hand in place"
I love the image that sets up. The desire to act, yet encased by reality. Very nice.

Lisa Andel said...

Reality yes, but sad.
Nice work. ;)

Rhian / Crowwoman said...

ahh Emily. This one hurts my heart.
and this brings a tear bubbling forth:
"Who gives and spends my life for you, Yet knows that these are things I cannot do."
Life is so damn unfair sometimes and that's tragically and beautifully woven into your poem.

gautami tripathy said...

"Who dares to call these thoughts of mine profane,But I?"

Why do we judge ourselves? Can we answer that?

Sad but beautiful work.

Anne Douglas said...

Ah, desire and reality. Like ugly sisters they bicker with each other, sometimes only to both loose.

rhet said...

"...to take you into my unchaste embrace,..."

Is there any other kind?

Susan Helene Gottfried said...

Man, I was hoping for a happy ending here, Emily. The narrator gives so much and to not be able to... Ouch. That really hurts.

Emily Veinglory said...

This is from my angst fandom stage. I wonder if anyone can guess the 'dom.

T.A.Chase said...

Emily,

Wow...this poem speaks to me in such a sad but true way.

Amy Ruttan said...

I do have a poem. I moved to my new website!!

www.amyruttan.com/blog

Great poem!!

Ann said...

Beautiful poem.

Rhian / Crowwoman said...

i really hate pop quizzes.
no clue what fandom but having reread it now five times i will say that it very much has a flavor of Poe and Annabellee.