lost

PUPPET

Here comes the addiction again, its
whispering lips disguised as passion: the
touch of its hidden hand tap-running
way beyond the weave of my skin
and I
soaked to my core allow it to wed me
these buckling knees and paper mache vows
impressing the addict impaled inside
and while it listens
eyes necking everything in raised pulse
it rolls them back with slack-jawed possession
and I move aside
host to a beaten heart that will not commit to stopping
– a puppeteer’d shell in this limbless silence –
running far without a single step
both of us
gambling with a satisfied purr that only I
once combative, now frail
know as loneliness.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 9 October, 2019

BOTTLED MINDS

 

Words I’ve left unsaid
collect like tombs inside my mind,
resting wide awake
without a sound
to pass the time.

Blind beneath the surface
losing purpose, long repressed,
my words now sleep, unspoken,
lacking passion,
unexpressed.

Just outside my reach
my words are hidden, cast from light;
without a voice to feed them
they recoil beyond my sight.

Depleted words
– malnourished –
thin with hunger while they grieve
and when my lips re-open,
they, destroyed, refuse to leave.

Resigned, my words inside
have lost their courage,
weak, deformed;
destined once for freedom,
now detained alone,
they mourn.

These broken words whose author
still retains the will to thrive
return instead to thought form
in an effort to survive.

In fluent tears,
these wordly souls
– admirers from my past –
expire rolling from my eyes
to fare me well at last.

And left with me,
a silence,
for my naked void to dress –
the lingerie of alphabets
strewn high upon my chest.

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 14 July, 2016

I HAVE LOST

I Have Lost

I have lost
you: lost myself
in the search
to find us both.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 21 May, 2014