I want to love you
The way I love the hot coals
Shoved under my feet
Underneath the blankets,
Burning and unforgettable.
But you want to love me
Like a dead bird,
Soft to the touch,
Cradled in your hands,
Unmoving.
Like a spectre.
Don't worry,
I'll be your ghost.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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The many mysterious modalities of love! You have a remarkable ability to blend eros and thanatos, SD.
Ah! The duality! Smitten. 🔥🪦🖤
Oh well, it do be like that sometimes. Loved your poem!
Oh! So chilling and haunting! A little savage too! 50 very memorable words!
You perfectly described the contrast in the two loves <3
The complexities of love come in through the myriad of our filters. This piece highlights and speaks to that well.
Ouch... sometimes the best of love can hurt, but so does the worst... it's hard to tell the difference sometimes! Well played SD!!
Unusual and original poem. The imagery you created gives movement to the poem. It sort of symbolizes life and death in love. Great work.
Ahhh man, this is spectacular!!