Tides – A Poem

We met and I realised

I had spent the whole of time

Holding my breath


We both exhaled and the outrush

Lifted us above the thousand cares


We remembered what laughter was


Then we gulfed again

With exquisite pain

Into cold

That cracks the bones


Until confluence

This live death dance





If I ran my hand

As a boy

Just once over your side

I know I would

However far hence

Die still feeling you

Upon my skin

Still trying to take it all in


And as we flow in time again


I do





If one detail changed

We may not have met


And this is why

I know that should each day before

And every day after

Tear me and laugh at my cries


That I once ran my hand over your side

Means I have had the perfect life

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9 comments on “Tides – A Poem
  1. Golly. This is a heart wrencher. There’s a lot of pain here. But some people go through their entire lives and never love like this. You are both lucky and unlucky it seems… *strokes panda’s ears*

    • ruleofstupid says:

      To have travelled to hell and back is better than to have stood still 🙂 To have tasted heaven too is is to be doubly blessed.
      To use so much religious metaphor as an agnostic is probably illegal or something 😉
      *roll’s onto back, happy but undignified*

  2. I love this, Mike/Panda. Again, you have painted a relationship and feelings with such vivid tones I would swear you were using oil pastels and not words to do it. Damn, man, you’re SO good.

  3. An achingly lovely poem.

  4. Teeny Bikini says:

    Insanely touching and beautiful. You had me in the first 3 lines…. 🙂

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