I Wait for The Tide to Give You To Me
Poem. Not autobiographical.
He looks at you with those evil eyes
you reckon they are just angel eyes
with an honest hardened edge
you are lost in them, lost in the chase
he looks at you with supposed need
you reckon it's need for you
because we all want to be needed
but really - it's anyone
anyone he can charm
mould and break
but you are lost in them,
lost in the faux safe space,
he's created, he's devised
until they meet
the scared, scarred
chiselled down semblance of the woman
they once were
his new favourite toy, until you break
until you fade away
then one day, you will be stood there
looking in the mirror
with no idea who you really are
anymore
*
Oh my love, oh my darlin'
I lust for your skin
The serpentine bite of the knife on skin
So long, on my lone
Time has been so slow
the striking vibrancy of the deepest red
Time can do so much
Are you, are you
The stifling stench of the rock bottom
Are you still mine
I need the love you give
The salty bitter on my chapped lips
The silent scream of misery unheard
Like a loan sea
I wait
For the tide
To give you to me
*
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Author's Notes: Had this kicking about, so thought it's better up here than collecting digital dust. Hasten to add it is not autobiographical or directly about anyone.
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Comments (6)
What a creepy character!! Glad this isn’t directly about anyone, not the kind of fellow you want to encounter out in the wild! Couldn’t agree more with John’s assessment of the imagery, very striking indeed!
interesting insight
Oooo, this reminded me of the song, "My Boy Only Breaks His Favourite Toy" by Taylor Swift. Loved your poem!
This is a subtle and disturbing poem, Paul, and yet beautifully raw as so much of your poetry is. The imagery of the tide is striking and somewhat unusual. Your finale: Like a loan sea I wait For the tide To give you to me creates an image of a women drowned and washed ashore. They are hauntingly beautiful and terrifying lines. The sea is often a feminine symbol, and your portrayal of the predatory figure as associated with the tide reminded me of the legend of the Irish Selkie. Any idea why you sat on this gem for so long?
I think I know that guy. And that's an intersting twist on a true classic at the end. Great work, sir!
Great poems that would be a great fit in a book about all types of people. Good work.