Quicksand

by Odimer   Aug 25, 2017


He gets what he takes and I am
heaviest in his arms I sink deeper in his love – he loves me! – to death.

My heart he feeds sorrowful tiredness
like a silk canvas grows to be
beautiful and heavy – but

A heavy heart will weave it’s own noose.
And I will pray to be hanged
by the gallows of his love.

His loyalty lies in the sands of time see his love heals, it runs out, and it is killing me!
The deeper I fall in his love the deeper I sink–to exile
and I am the heaviest in his arms.

My heartbeat he keeps like a metronome keeps time for a choir of ghosts – it doesn’t.
His love is quicksand,
the harder I fall the deeper I sink – and
I am the heaviest in his arms.

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  • 3 months ago

    by Sherry Caayupan

    What a nice poem! I loved it...too much love might kill you indeed...but it will also kill you with heaps of happiness...good day... ;)

  • 3 months ago

    by Brenda

    Loved this. Love the repetition you used throughout and how love can be amazing bit can kill you too. Well done -

  • 3 months ago

    by Mark

    Really like this, so descriptive of how deep in love one can be.

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