My bones are lead,
a fresh sacrifice on pain's altar
Time is a punisher,
laughing at me with its hourly seconds...
Hot then frigid,
when the door opens and darkness swoops in.
Only I feel his breath on my cheek,
Like river water caressed by papyrus;
Caressing me so,
"do you love me so?"
My hands are lead,
housing fragile skin that breaks at the glaze of a talon;
A drop of crimson for the master,
pain is love when he softly coats his tongue with my offering.
Listen as he moans every guttural confession I ever desired,
but never from him,
but again from him.
Feel as his talons curve around my face;
My face is silk when he tilts it towards him,
beautiful dark lover!
My face is obedient wet clay when he molds my smile,
My wishes are my tears on the tips of his talons
my face is his when I rest on his cold cold heart
His embrace is every cold to my cold,
that reminds he is me and I am him,
in the deepest chambers I ever deny,
but hidden never from him.
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I find inspiration in darkness and pain.
Clouds hover over my words,
rain emphasizes the mood.
I caption images, write poetry and read a lot.
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Darkness and light 
beautiful 😂
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Wow❤️This is a master piece Terry. you do not hold back from using exceptional imagery as you share the experience with emotions and pain. Elements of surrealism are also used to freely explore this relationship through the eyes of someone who is hurting. Through its quick pace and fearless depiction of pain and love, it’s easy to quickly understand how two people can fall for one another in that kind of situation. What may be the most beautiful part about this poem, however, is how it handles the conflicting feelings both parties feel towards each other. In “Pain’s lover,” there is no happy ending, no grand revelation pointing at a brighter future – just a plain truth that this relationship cannot continue because they feed off each other’s torment. But still they continue on, in order to gain solace from each other’s presence. This quick poem captures this pain so well and can leave readers thinking about themselves and their relationships when it ends.
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I enjoy going through your reviews.
You explore and critique a piece very deeply and I appreciate that you take the time.
I love reading detailed responses, they offer me a lens through which to view my own poems, which I enjoy.
Thank you so much Mutinda❤
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😂even the laughter emoji was acceptable.
Thank you Phillip❤
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Keep up, you’re destined to greatness. I always enjoy and admire your art of poetry.
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Thank you❤
I definitely will do more of this
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😂😂, that’s the first emoji on my keyboard and my fingers slipped
glad to see you back to writing, your art is always beautiful.
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😂Same to me. If I am not careful, the emoji jumps out even in sad situations
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Thank you Phillip.❤❤
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I couldn’t agree more that indeed pain can sometimes be beautiful, rolling off from your tongue! If I look but for a moment at this piece from a Social lense, I’d reckon, it is ugly, pain… Yet, the potency of such feelings, though painful seduce one to such a love, mayhap for the brief high of it, the unimaginable pinnacle, though it’s reverberations be deeply painful.
You make one desire pain, atleast I.
Thank you for such pieces, they sobber me up, and lead me to question.
You are a natural in this art. wordscraft!
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You know, pain sometimes feels addictive with how often we as humans experience it.
People say without pain, we wouldn’t know joy. , but there’s a way pain floods everything, overpassing even the joys we’ve felt, and so it becomes the unwanted lover, that you can’t live without.
And it is addictive.
Thank you❤
Your praise is high
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