God cares no more for the tears of a foolish man.
One who loves & wants & seeks & knows the child, the girl, the angel of his heart who lies before him in naked pose…
For God, if man believed in such, knows nothing but how to hurt & cut & tear & destroy crippled man’s world.
He knows how to paint the dreams I have so black.
This tortured epiphany of death, the cloud of time which takes all & leaves uncharted & unknown
Leaves me silent.
With hate for the dreams & hopes & eternal longing of broken men.
As such I am.
I kneel beside this naked corpse of my lover’s fine & youthful virgin land.
Beauty wrapped in golden silk & luscious white skin of tender age.
I love her.
Oh how I love her!
In death as in life I love her & no more will lips of joy be warm to touch
Or soft nestling of her childlike chin breath happiness into finger tips which seek for her.
Hence I close my eyes.
& Tears dawdle upon my angered face.
Collective streams of memories flood my mind
& I hold her hand.
Cold & still.
Pain engulfed by pain rides through these veins of want.
I see no point
No future morning sun without her.
I take the cut slowly.
Fingers of red rivers roll across my wrist.
Life subsides into forgotten dreams.
I lie beside her & cry.
I hold onto her.
Silence fills the world with stillness
& the leaves on autumn trees outside fall & wave goodbye.
© ed simkins
– life without her?