Punishing kiss
by 
Iain MacLeod
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Posted: Monday, September 11, 2006 Word Count: 79 Summary: Not really sure about this one, one of those poems that come together surprisingly quickly. I know what I want to say, but I'm not sure whether I've done it justice... Related Works: Battle • Find Me • Highland • Lighthouse • No More Sad Refrains • Stillness Becomes Me • |
For L.
My thoughts are inescapable,
barbed nets at every turn.
They refuse to leave, even in rest.
Sleep.
They descend, velvet sledgehammers
dashing me aside.
They are my chastening,
shackles for which I wish no key.
They dwell in me and I on them,
slicing to the core when I recall shared motion,
shared stillness, shared…
Blink.
A chill winds into my waking dreams and settles.
Leave me be with a remembrance of arms
and a punishing kiss.
My thoughts are inescapable,
barbed nets at every turn.
They refuse to leave, even in rest.
Sleep.
They descend, velvet sledgehammers
dashing me aside.
They are my chastening,
shackles for which I wish no key.
They dwell in me and I on them,
slicing to the core when I recall shared motion,
shared stillness, shared…
Blink.
A chill winds into my waking dreams and settles.
Leave me be with a remembrance of arms
and a punishing kiss.