What if I killed a man? Would you love me?
What if I left spike strips in the street?
Shooting lonely doves for pleasure and pastime
Would it make our bond complete?
Did you hear falling stars? As I kissed him?
Did you still whisper my silent name?
As I broke the bones of those without many
Would you adore me all the same?
It is a simple line – an answer.
A declaration to the sky
And it is fabled, oh yes,
As always and absolute
A supreme unchanging way to be
A longing one cannot deny.
As a staid hand among the blissful
It is a simple line – a clue
But as is the “trues” and “wistful”
It is a sonnet gone askew.
Upon the sands perhaps the thing
Not a frozen face upon a clock
It isn’t really just yes or nothing
This rose is not a rock.
What if I sailed away? Would you cherish?
What if I scarred your face with claws?
Fairing never for you but for envies and ego
Would you still fight my cause?
What if ever erratic? Still cling to me?
What if discordance was my bliss?
If I used power in your devotion malevolently
Would it still be my face that you miss?
It is a simple line – an answer.
A declaration to the sky
Staid hand among the bliss
An always and most basic connection
This,
One that does not lie
And it is as fabled as
It is simple –
an answer, but on sand
I could break you down the middle
As you held still my crushing hand.
JaneAParis, 6 months ago
This is scary. Why does this sound like some of my past relationships? Good writing. Smiles from Jane.
butchart, 6 months ago
i think i probably would…...............b
Paul Compton, 6 months ago
My first instinct is to say yes. Forever yes.
cloudsdreams, 6 months ago
yes i know well this to…often we hide not knowing yet we do. i share the sentiments of all you say and comments made. where does it end, suppose change, adaptation. letting go of soul, so the part that is painful and raw goes to death or change. yet i truly wonder at times death is the dream or scheme, do not know. just know i identify with you on a relationship which i almost gave me up forever. i fight the words of this one who thinks he is so clever, pomposity sprouts from his horned head. yes this is grande’ seems almost as you tied up the pieces of last writig to cohesion and letting it go even if a moment. glad again to see this. good way to burn, let ashes fly on those wings of enery. if death be a change of one so cruel i knew i thought. you felt got it out fast and wow did you make sense of nonsence i had been fighting. no more i shall. thanks for words. do not as rule leave long comments since first days; yet this emotional gift creative in tense and metaphor is grande’ thanks again…i share even now. janet
Hilton Briscoe, 6 months ago
you know what? I would, but I would hate you as much as I love you. is that odd? lol
To test the connection of love(IMO) is a common thing to do, though I doubt many people would go to the levels of cruelty you depict in this poem. Atleast I think it is about testing the connection… I am probably wrong.
I would personally try to push my lover away by doing that stuff(if all else fails, obviously), if I grow to close to someone I start to worry about them dying and stuff, it causes me a great deal of sorrow, anguish, tears and fear. If however I wanted to test the feeling of my partner I would do the things I know they hate, or if I am feeling lazy just play fuck loads of black metal and scream along(you’d be surprised how good I can scream when I put my mind to it, lol) to the song, and I don’t mean Cradle of Filth, Dimmu Borgir and Graveworm black metal I mean Venom, Dark Throne and Emperor black metal.
LisaB entity, 6 months ago
hmmm you have a mighty talent this sounds too like a mothers love undeniable
Hilton Briscoe, 6 months ago
heh, as if you would no the difference between cradle, dimmu and graveworm black metal and venom, dark throne and emperor black metal.
BAH! I’m such a twat
butchart, 6 months ago
unconditional love has no bounds… if it is truley unconditional…...... b
jianina, 6 months ago
love makes us do crazy things but even more crazy..it builds or toleration up to the point where you can do no wrong, because love will still be there in the end!
JenniferB, 6 months ago
unconditionally… I’d still be fool enough to bail my son out of jail even if he killed a million men and raped a million more women, you’re one hell of a talented writer and this is a strong poem.
deliriousgirl, 6 months ago
Your powerful and authentic voice haunts me. . .and I like that very much.
barnsy, 4 months ago
haunting and very well written