"The hardest of all is learning to be a well of affection,and not fountain,to show them that we love them,not when we feel like it,but when they do"

Saturday, November 12, 2011


Lying down on numbness.
I can hear the throb still.
Pulsating in thy.

The moonlight's proliferating shine,
tricking my senses,
imagining pricks of snow-white flakes.

Arch-fiend unquestioning.
Resting his hunger on my lips.
Rough and dry through touches.

Pealing skin peeps out,
spouting fountains of crimson beads.
Unbound pain thrives to reach pleasure.

Hidden in the crevices of heart.
Flashing fiery desires that ignite,
sensational burst of chill.

You are covering me tight,
and secure so to warm.
The embrace smothering brilliantly.

Hurt just remaining a word.
Tears remaining frozen dew.
Do you care to mend the cracks?



Raniyal Niyada said...


subtlescribbler said...

wow..just so marvelously penned. I have always wondered how an aching heart could spill out emotions so poignantly on paper. that why they say ' at the touch of love everyone becomes a poet' :)
btw, how many blogs do u have Alcina?


Cяystal said...

Pealing skin .. aah, almost morbid but hauntingly beautiful!
and bah, lets look for someone who does in fact mend the cracks..
This was killer, once again .. you remind me so much of the past me phase ..

Simran said...

Beautiful ..

Morning said...



Divalounger said...

I love the ending to this piece--I also love how visual your sense of imagery is in this poem--lovely work!

Monika said...

Wonderful symbolism of love and its associated grief. Some of the amazing imagery here! Keep it up :)