Les Collaborations De Vie Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Time's tension,
revealed living's truths;
I wanted you,
but you are life unloving;
life's visions,
eyes close concealing trusts;
loveless you,
you who strive to break my heart;
parting passions,
express our couplings release;
love's longing,
sieved out upon separation's breast;
angst's stark divisions,
congeal this lifetime's mortal wastes;
from pulse,
and certainly from fiery flaming schisms;
life's choice,
perchance our fate's bemoaning tastes;
which thoughts,
now view these shattered pieces;
extolling shames,
upon our soul's emotions smiles;
our life's love,
now clouds those once eager waves of lust;
intention's best denied,
two souls retract, from lifetime's exist;
weep softly now my love,
as our passing's passions, play arabesques'.

This lifetime's sufferance stood,
the two of US relate;
alone, I often sit,
as memories of you move in;
through the essence,
that is the very source of me;
amidst the wealth of good,
what negative has shook our peace;
upon my languished state,
this chilled and lonely flesh succumbs;
what good the best,
while all the rest, stalks love's blinding trust;
throughout,
our entwined and savagely raw synapses;
mind's purpling,
blues to the beat of passion's past;
moments spent,
in discussion's mist, relates our heart's last bursts;
within the unquenched heat,
of your soul's tired deep, heart's passion
and love's storied languor ripples.

Such quiet enjoins the weariness,
cast upon this somber greet;
oh, this pain is disquieting,
my god, I know I'm done;
my throat in knots,
mind in effervescent heartless churn;
harm weighed in, this time relents,
is life to US a smiling heart too late;
my life's tears now flood,
for red and stormy miles;
lost, alone within myself,
the truth's sadness I so hide;
brought, with haste and worry's retch,
these two parts, no more lovely's sweets;
in this, my cold, quiet, and solemn world,
the thoughts cast forth in calm and stilled array;
love, between two grieving lives,
twisting fate so hefts, the weight this choral berates.

I, no longer blind, taunt, or steeped in sinful pride;
hear me in my heart, and from my mouth,
I'm begging you to stay.

Michaelw1two and Blackdahlia