Temple
There is a temple inside
Her heart
That serves to house a memory
It bares witness to all that has come to pass
Mausoleum of twisted reverie
Because sleep casts not its shadow upon her bed
While the wall clock ticks its spiteful lament
Her body longs to be still
In the dark solitude of nightfall
Time becomes empty spaces we fill
On the first day she bedded countless lovers
Lustful and Loveless upon thorny sheets
Dried rose petals crumpled up
Scattered upon the floor
Like fine bone-china dropped carelessly, perhaps thrown in rage
Shards of porcelain she crushes beneath bare feet
To feel something, to feel anything, to un-feel this
Concrete heart cradled within an empty caress
On the second she sought solace
At the bottom of a phallic vessel instead
But such bitter poison’s ill-served to quench thirst
And the temple in her heart was submerged
Jaded floods of tar-stained waters poured in
Her violent gasps were in vein
You cannot find your breath
When you’re choking on pain
But on the third day a gentle wind blew its breath
And the temple walls lay shattered like ruins of a fallen empire
Her heart no longer captive of stone walls erect
Felt itself lifting from its heavy resting place
And into the light of the rising sun world
All that came to pass, she saw had its purpose
There is sometimes no peace before there is violence
No liberty
un-mirrored
by misery.
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Christina Julianna
28 May 2011.
There is a temple inside
Her heart
That serves to house a memory
It bares witness to all that has come to pass
Mausoleum of twisted reverie
Because sleep casts not its shadow upon her bed
While the wall clock ticks its spiteful lament
Her body longs to be still
In the dark solitude of nightfall
Time becomes empty spaces we fill
On the first day she bedded countless lovers
Lustful and Loveless upon thorny sheets
Dried rose petals crumpled up
Scattered upon the floor
Like fine bone-china dropped carelessly, perhaps thrown in rage
Shards of porcelain she crushes beneath bare feet
To feel something, to feel anything, to un-feel this
Concrete heart cradled within an empty caress
On the second she sought solace
At the bottom of a phallic vessel instead
But such bitter poison’s ill-served to quench thirst
And the temple in her heart was submerged
Jaded floods of tar-stained waters poured in
Her violent gasps were in vein
You cannot find your breath
When you’re choking on pain
But on the third day a gentle wind blew its breath
And the temple walls lay shattered like ruins of a fallen empire
Her heart no longer captive of stone walls erect
Felt itself lifting from its heavy resting place
And into the light of the rising sun world
All that came to pass, she saw had its purpose
There is sometimes no peace before there is violence
No liberty
un-mirrored
by misery.
___________________________________________________________________
Christina Julianna
28 May 2011.
