Edge

[luceluna]

Full collapse. I fear
Whispering you this as a white pony,
Abrasive and glassy.
I fear my hands holding your crushed hair
- silver, black, tightly wrapped -
Will scream you to flee.

I see silhouettes circulating behind your eyes,
The tar between your lips;
Touch, beneath a moment, your
Fragility - ignorance follows those
Swooning for your essence and tongue.

Heavy, recesses, smooth and rocky as shells -
Raindrops and a hole in the ditches and sky.
The sun stretches through your fingers;
Gently, you pull strands of weakness from my throat,
Iridescent.

(I will not say) Your skin
Reminds me of existence, or that
Your quiet breaks me. I will (vow alone)
Not.

[Miette]

Some playful and effective syntax. You are producing very visually dramatic and powerful pieces, I especially liked the last two lines.
Is a poem like that for catharthis or communication?

[luceluna]

both. it's things i don't want to say, but can't stop saying....

[dirtgirl]

why don't you want to say?

[luceluna]

because sometimes what you feel is unhealthy.

[dirtgirl]

why is it unhealthy?

[luceluna]

I fear my hands holding your crushed hair
- silver, black, tightly wrapped -
Will scream you to flee.

(I fear that my affection towards you and dependence upon you will drive you away.)

[dirtgirl]

no fear