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A Poem And Two Microstories

A very angsty love poem in five parts. To cheer you up afterwards, two microstories.

[A dark love poem. Image source]

Love Poem

I

You steal around the earth pretending

to be alive.

I stop you and

you let me for

you see

I know better.

I know better.

But I don’t.

I hold you and there’s

nothing

to hold on to.

Still I try to hold you

to find beneath this iceblue cloth

red flesh

boiling blood.

I try

to get you to hold me.

You try.

Weak.  In my arms limp.  And so

I cling to your bony breast.

And so

I try

to be the

One

who holds up you and me.

‘Impossible’, says my mother

‘Unhealthy’, say my friends.

Wicked!  What does she know

of love.  She who resented

me.

Cowards!  What do they know

of love,

who from their bluewashed cells

dare not lift their eyes

to red ecstasy

dare not sink their eyes

to black agony.

They know nothing.

I know better.

But I don’t.

II

I know only

that I have to save you

from what other people

did to you:

people I never knew.

From what other people

did to me:

people you never knew,

I fail to see

that I cannot even

save myself.

Oh, the addiction

of giving and of giving and of giving

and of getting

nothing.

Oh, the religion

of getting and of accepting and of

wanting

nothing.

Addiction I have known

and overcome.

I was weak but now I am strong.

Religion I have always

despised.

Others are weak but I never was.

And now, I feel sure,

and I, I feel sure –

I know better.

But I don’t.

III

I look into you

to see you.

Your eyes look back at me pretending

to overcome

your past

to desire

your future.

Beloved,

your eyes lie

for behind them

there is left

nothing

but a resignation to the eternal

present.

I look into you

to find you.

I venture down

into you

to mine you.

To cull from you your love

to make myself a cloak

warm red

to swaddle myself

against

the cold of the world

– the better to warm you

when we get back to life –

I venture down

into your darkness.

Alarmed

you warn me

there is

nothing.

Even you

I dismiss.

Fervent to save you

only I

see You.

I descend.

IV

I descend.

I shine my light

into you

stumbling, listening

for your heart.

Listening

for the boil of your blood, I hear

only

a simmer

torpid: as when

spent

I cling to your bony breast.

Outside.

Outside –  

Can’t be. 

I stumble.  I retrace my steps –

I peer

into your dark

waiting for my light to show me

You.

You warned me there was

nothing.

I held you and I felt there was

nothing.

I dismissed

my senses.

Eager to find

You

I dismissed

you.

And now

peering into your dark

waiting for my light to show Me

You –

— too late I see

you have

softly

selfish

in love

snuffed out my light.

Too late I see

I have

softly

blind

in love

culled from you your

nothing.

Too late I see I have

already

made myself a cloak

iceblue

shrouded myself

against

the heat of the world

– the better to join you –

have dug myself a home

down here in your

nothing.

V

I know better.

But I don’t.

Beloved

I am ready.

***

TRUE LOVE: A Microstory

She looked into my eyes and saw me as I wanted to be.

I looked into her eyes, and I wanted to be the man she saw.

She was my inspiration.

***

HER SECRET: A Microstory

Other women thought it was her looks that made her popular.

Men thought so too.

Only her best friend knew the secret of her attractiveness.

Her kindness.

She was a mirror to everyone, showing them the best in their own souls.

END

By Amita Basu

I'm a writer based in Bangalore, India.

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