NO OTHER NAME

The silky arms and the sweet caress

of a pain so wild it tears the heart

substance

is lent to it in subsequence

numbing distress

is all a heart can feel to part

in ways

unknown

to the mortal eye that observes

rise and fall in jagged curves

it's a blessing

that the future be yet unknown

for it's tortures are neither sweet nor fast

and it's all you can do to remain in the past.

The naked spirit washes ashore in shame

the waters be too deep to swim or even name

abstinence

seems to be the holy cure

shadowed presence

yet it never seems to fade

it plays

alone

in the darkest core of festered thought

whence came joy shall now begot

such a teaching

makes all makers of crime wish to atone

Perchance to pray and wait for the absolution

or strike as a wounded viper in retribution

It's all the same

the pains they remain

for she hath no other name

but love.

#Poetry