They kiss, they fondle, under the table their legs perform a dance of affection,
upon reflection they should have engaged in this romantic endeavour with apprehension,
but their love and fondness gets the better of them as they give into temptation,
elation of the heart, it manifests a loving interpretation.
As a bystander it draws comparisons between what once was and what is now lacked,
a dangerous tack as emotions crack and life no longer follows the map,
the foot taps with impatience, wanting to snap,
anger causes torment and it pulls as though the body is fastened to the rack,
It should not be, but it is a painful reminder of bitterness,
bitterness that was once love, transitioning to sorrow as the damage was born to witness,
it grew listless, songs to come to the mind unwillingly like an agonising hitlist,
what is left is emptiness, nothing to show for it, there is merely pittance.
He releases his lips from hers and strokes the bulge of her cheek,
he looks at it with an urge to penetrate it and sink his teeth,
as gentle as he'd handle a fallen leaf but a desire in his eyes that will never sleep,
it reeks, reeks of a knowing belief, true love as its motif.
That is the impression given, an expectation between the two has risen,
expectation can quickly turn to a dreadful incision,
the heart is incised as time goes by and gives the mind a perspective of reflective derision,
how could such a belief have existed? Such a dreadful and misinformed decision.
A warning should be given to the two lovers but where is the fun in that?
they would see it as an insignificant, irrelevant caveat,
a caveat to their burning love but it will all fall to tatters,
in the end tears will be shed, to life, there are more important matters.
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The Kelp Manifesto
PuisiA real and frank monograph of poetry from a young man who feels lost, swaying at the bottom of the ocean of life, with the aim of giving faith to those in a similar position. Covering subjects such as, relationships, unemployment and engagement with...
