Silly Me.
Here I am
Let the crows strip me
Of what is left of my humanity
I offer myself
Wholly
To your depravity
My weakness
Is your strength
See my flesh
And feast
Devour me
I succumb
I Submit!
Your commitment
Has convinced me
I am worthless
Do you like the taste
Of my blood?
Go ahead
Drink
As you see fit
What is that ...
Do I see a glimmer?
Silly me
I thought
For a moment
I saw a hint
Of conviviality
Silly me
Wishful thinking
A desperate claw
Scratching at water
For a brief relief
A last ditch attempt
At clarity
Carry on
Take what you need
I only hope
That I can fulfill your greed
Strangely I feel content
In the knowledge
That I will never
Satisfy your needs
I will die
Drained of love
And my life
Will be complete
I shall haunt you
From above
But you will never
See me again
Silly me
I thought you cared
But now I realise
You were just scared
Despite your gut full
Of blood
That’s just how
You will remain
So go ahead
Drink me in
Soak me up
I will lay myself
Bare for you
In the cold, hard
Rain
But you know
That what I have
And what I am
Will never, ever
Be enough
And with me
You will always
Have someone else
To blame
For your own failing
In life
And love.
John Marks
Mon 25th Jul 2022 22:49
The best words in the best order. For a moment
I saw a hint
Of conviviality
I just re-read your majesterial Cezanne poem. It gets better with every reading. Your visual imagination, and your ability to translate the subtle impressions of the three dimensions into words, are just superb.