Thank you for taking the time to read this. It is a poem I wrote about a year ago, but never posted. Tell me what you think.
This Life was Never Hers to Live
Left now with only memories
Dreams recalled from sleep long before
They live inside, behind her eyes, till they are all she sees.
So clear now, it hurts to her core
Promises were never meant to be kept.
No more running wild through grassy fields.
Now only nights with sleep unslept.
Lying on the ground, she felt her body yield.
Stars above and stars around,
(Still air shattered by their sounds).
Now they are so far apart…
But then: The touch of fingers on her face and (elsewhere).
Though it fells right deep inside her heart,
She knows it must be wrong. She could not care
Much less. Limbs splayed, hearts beating fast,
So young, so innocent, Lyra unwilling
(To stop), but knowing fully it will not last.
Two bodies taking each other, fulfilling
Destiny. Love has taken over,
Filling their noses with clover, and each other, moreover.
Sighs, and moans, and shivers quake her to the bone
Smooth skin and silk caresses.
Giving in (Not for you. Us.). Full of him but alone.
Will gently tugging at her tresses.
The scent of water (and him) makes her want to drink
All of it, and hold it inside
He is quicksand, and now she must sink.
Rising waves of passion, an ocean at high tide,
Clouds overhead form faces, arms in deep embrace
…Origins of feelings she cannot trace.
Closer and closer, rain…or is it…tears?
(Oh Will!) There she is, lost.
His roaming lips alleviate her fears
Eve began the sin, and now must finish, no matter the cost.
For what? Love? (Yes, yes, YES!) But that and (Dust)
Everything a climax of sobs melting into the night.
To finish now is a must
Up, up they sail, away like a kite.
(You are the dusk). She is the dawn.
They came together once, but could not remain long.
Breathing heavily, (without him she will surely die!)
At her own hand or-or (oh GOD!) They press together
One last time. Unabided, her soul takes flight
Floating gently, light as a feather,
Down to the earth, a patch of ground (so warm…)
Hot with breath and sweat, and burning coal
When they pull apart into two different forms
Separate parts cut from one whole.
Slowly he leans forward and parts his lips to kiss
And she turns her head, smiling, to make him miss.
She remembers sticky red juice covering her chest
Shrugging back inside her shirt.
Knowing so many things she should have confessed,
Wondering that it didn't hurt
(Not at all. Strange.). None of her passion was feigned.
There is an enormity in what they have done.
She wonders if she has gone insane:
The feeling too deep and profound to be experienced by one.
Her mouth moves, but nothing comes out
To express her wonder at things previously unknown about.
Empty now, she is alone
Sorrow fills her silent bed.
But she knows she can't condone
The time she spent with her truest friend.
(And Love). Pain fills the empty trench
In her soul, mind, and heart.
Once a year on a cold garden bench
She knows that she must give it up and make a new start.
There is nothing left inside to give:
This life was never hers to live.