Celtic Poetry
by
Shane Clark
 
 
 
 
Tainted Love

Wet with water,

Flesh soft and tender;

Full of strength and passion.

Flashes in her eyes with sudden light…

Gives birth to desire -

I cannot resist.




Suddenly now -

A damsel in distress,

Her face sweet and pleading,

Nobody will help her!



Fiercely I push predators from my path -

I bear the burden of their deeds,

Kneeling before her,

Head bowed,

Tears falling hotly -

Anger filling my body.

Who would dare to hurt such a beautiful creature?




The force of my standing wrath drives all away…

Even she leaves my presence.



My eyes full with a gray mist as I wonder alone through the night.


Days pass by like years, hours wane.

I wait for her return -

Heart anxious,

Toes full of sand,

Full of hope.


She does come to me,



My hands tremble to hush her heart’s wild beating.

Her lips;

Death stealing my soul with every touch.



Upon the twilight hour I wed her.

Upon a hilly alter I sacrificed myself -

My very life to her wholly and freely.

Throughout the night,

Her tender pleadings,

Ponderous tongue.

Wild her eyes,

Pale her features…

.......


I awaken in the bindings;

The bindings of a passions kiss.

Sanity fails me as I reach to tear out my soul.




Bindings,

They press harder and harder,

Tighter and tighter as I seek a noble end.



Drugs begin to flow within my veins,

Within my mind;

Stilling my wrath.

My hand reaches out to find her…

I cannot,

She is gone.




All is dark now;

My heart is being cracked like the red clay is cracked in a desert.

Tears of blood stain my naked heart.




Again I wait,

Holding the words of a creed within my breast.

I await her in the exile of a tainted love…

01-08-01

 
 
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