Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Necrotic Heart

The day that you called,
you took part of my heart,
but then you stayed around
but never allowed
any communication
between you and I.
Every day, the wounds
of the damage you caused
uncauterized, untreated
grew necrotic, consuming
more and more of my heart,
leaving only a husk
of the vessel of love
wracked in agony because
your silence exacerbates
the condition, instead of curing it.

Saturday, May 23, 2015

Knife-Edge Purity

There's a certain honesty
to the cold steel
of the knife
on your skin.
It doesn't make promises
of love that are lies.
It doesn't play with
your emotions, like they're toys.
It says, "one inch deeper,
and blood will flow,
and pain will blossom.
Push deep enough,
and I'll bring oblivion,
forever."
The knife is brutal
in its simplicity,
unlike people,
whose contradictions
lead to all of my sorrows.

(c) Tortured Cyclone 2015

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Funeral Shroud and Death Mask

Walking through
my day-to-day
the world around me
sees the mask of duty,
the shroud of responsibility,
the hard-working breadwinner.
They never see the man
all you have seen,
clad in these vestments
that are doomed to be mine
until the day that I die,
and I will be buried in them.

"Reflection" by Christina Aguilera

Monday, May 11, 2015

The Last Prayer

I hear so many times
a sense of disbelief
that a specific relationship
could matter so much
to someone Polyamorous,
that losing that someone
would hurt him as badly
as anyone else,
as if being Poly somehow
made me less vulnerable,
or less loving,
than other people.
The difference, however,
is that in a non-Poly world,
enduring relationships
are hard to find,
and harder to maintain.
Both partners must accept
the other partner's ties,
and respect them.
This isn't always easy,
and I live in frequent worry
that those other ties
might take my loved ones away.
So I bury the fear,
praying for their happiness,
hoping that pursuit
doesn't take them away from me.

Friday, May 8, 2015

The Missing Piece

When I was born,
I was incomplete,
there always seemed something
missing.
A source of yearning,
inexplicable, unsatisfied,
a hole that I could not
find any way to fill.
Then came the moment
we met, and it felt
the whole universe
should hear
an audible click
as we came together.
Without knowing it,
you were what I sought
for all those years,
the missing piece
of the puzzle,
the rest of me
revealed.


(originally written for the VoElla.com Poetry Contest in January)