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Against My Will

 

Against My Will

Lying here trying not to think,

I think of you against my will, against my want

As though bidden by some dark pulling

That cannot be broken by force.

I seem to feel your eyes

Looking for me in the moon's light

Raking across the ceiling of your room

Willing me to look for you.

But there's no me for you to find now

My form has gone where the broken go

To the valley of trampled hearts

And misdirected dreams.

I went unwillingly,

But of necessary need

For self preservation

And fear of unanswered questions.

Oh, I still feel you, still see you faintly

Maybe not with the usual five,

(Senses that all beings have)

But with a sixth sense unusually honed.

You see, I've never been ordinary, not really

That's what drew you to me,

Led you to me, made you love me,

Bound us in unexplainable, unbreakable chains.

You needed no enchantments for that,

No candles burning at midnight,

No murmured chants, no recitations from ancient books,

No magic at all or ever.

It was love that drew us,

Led us, found us, bound us

Encircled us with her hands

And threaded us together as one.

But it was love, as well,

That broke the threads, the binding,

The defining and entwining

And put out the candles glowing in the dark.

It was love that healed and love that cut

And love that lost it's way

And yet tonight in quietest quiet

Your heart still calls to mine.

Your need has no definition,

Your wanting burns as though unquenched,

Your desire screams without a voice,

As your arms hold to my memory.

I feel you, even now

Across the miles and marbled mountains

Tossing and turning like an ocean's wave

Drawing me to you willingly, as before....

And failing that, against my will.

And failing that, against my will.

©by Voo Shining Stone

9/19/2020

After He Left

 

After He Left

After he left I sat there staring at the floor

Contemplating something he had said in passing

Over the filet mignon and strawberry Kool-Aid (Don't ask)

(Well, alright, the cat broke the wine bottle and...oh, never mind)

It wasn't so much what he had said but how he had said it.

The candle has burned out, he observed

And sighed that little "Niles Crain" sigh that I loved

And detested at the same time

Well, I had noticed that we were sitting in the dark

But hadn't noticed why, you see.

Just thought to myself:  Did the sun die?

And wasn't it alive when we sat down to eat?

Such a long meal. Such a looong boring meal

I  had planned to tell him it was over

(The relationship, not the meal.)

But in all the chaos of the broken wine bottle

And the subsequent Kool-Aid offering and sneers

Pointed in my direction, I was momentarily undone

And when I had found my voice, it was only

To speak to empty air and darkness.

I heard the squeak of the front door as he slipped out

And hurried down the steps to the streets awash with rain

Yes, definitely. I said, The candle has burned out

And I lit what was left of the blackened wick, 

And sat on the floor with my half filled flute. 

Listening to Chet Baker, sick on that strawberry sweetness

I softly sighed, almost but not quite heart broken

But dull and accepting of fate

Yet hopeful, as always, 

Like Frasier.

©by Voo

Oct 16, 2006

11:40 p.m.

Maybe

Kiss Of Life