Gentle Comes the Call of Goodbye

Gentle comes the call of goodbye,
leaving Love's lips to ad-lib
in the absence of passion. Now
curses fill this kitchen where light
reposed, leaving tear-lines
across the counter. I run my finger
through them, blurring our edges,
and think of the man beneath the metaphor.

Do you remember the time you wore
grace like a garment, studded it
with shards of hearts still beating?
You smiled as bright as night-fall,
bent through modesty and pressed
kiss-chapped lips to my hand.
We were children then; beggars,
prostitutes, thieves. Now,
we're poets in silence.

Last night, I saw you kiss a simile
by the river where you first met me.
Your footprints smeared mine out
of recognition while you left
nail-marks against its spine.
You held it apologetically,
determinedly, before taking it to bed.

This morning you woke with a stanza
attached to your lips, but I heard
you talk to the image in your sleep,
"Cariad bach, hold on tighter at the seams.
You look much more beautiful done up in
verbs and adjectives. Together, we can mould
a masterpiece, take on the world with you
against my quill." And I lay beside you,
trapped too tight in my human case.

My sweet-sleep-talker, I tasted its resonance
on your half-moon lips in greeting, but you
tasted lonely beneath it - like the last tear
cried too late to fall in time with the others.
And I leave you to dry on the counter, taking
the hand of my art and leading it
through recovery to morning.

...That was amazing...

Perfect everything... not a thing out of place. Absolutely beautiful.

Wow. That has to be one of my all time favorite poems... You're so amazing, you make me jealous.

I really really loved this:
This morning you woke with a stanza
attached to your lips, but I heard
you talk to the image in your sleep,
"Cariad bach, hold on tighter at the seams.
You look much more beautiful done up in
verbs and adjectives. Together, we can mould
a masterpiece, take on the world with you
against my quill." And I lay beside you,
trapped too tight in my human case.

Squee! My first fix of Inari-words in quite a long time. And you did not disappoint. It was beautiful, amazing, extraordinary, etc. I loved this part:

Do you remember the time you wore
grace like a garment, studded it
with shards of hearts still beating?


That was just...gawd.

Oh.My.God.:

...That was amazing...

Perfect everything... not a thing out of place. Absolutely beautiful.

Wow. Thank you so much.
And to think I was going to change so much this morning.

wait_what:

Wow. That has to be one of my all time favorite poems... You're so amazing, you make me jealous.

I'm amazing. Darling, do you ever read what you write?

lyrical_mess:

Squee! My first fix of Inari-words in quite a long time. And you did not disappoint. It was beautiful, amazing, extraordinary, etc. I loved this part:

Do you remember the time you wore
grace like a garment, studded it
with shards of hearts still beating?


That was just...gawd.

Thank you so much, sweetheart.

Yoor wellcum...

Can you read Summer Story?

Inari:

Oh.My.God.:

...That was amazing...

Perfect everything... not a thing out of place. Absolutely beautiful.

Wow. Thank you so much.
And to think I was going to change so much this morning.

Oh psh... This is just fine. I would have murdered you had I known that before.

I keed. But really, that was awesome.

but you
tasted lonely beneath it - like the last tear
cried too late to fall in time with the others.
And I leave you to dry on the counter, taking
the hand of my art and leading it
through recovery to morning.

Lips-Like-Morphine:

Oh psh... This is just fine. I would have murdered you had I known that before.

I keed. But really, that was awesome.

but you
tasted lonely beneath it - like the last tear
cried too late to fall in time with the others.
And I leave you to dry on the counter, taking
the hand of my art and leading it
through recovery to morning.

ILY.

Sometimes I felt that you repeated your lips imagery several times, but other than that, I absolutely love it. It wasn't a major flaw in the poem, and to be fair, it can also be interpreted as portraying strong lust.

Seriously. Wow. I love it so much it's unbelievable.

Tabby Delany:

Sometimes I felt that you repeated your lips imagery several times, but other than that, I absolutely love it. It wasn't a major flaw in the poem, and to be fair, it can also be interpreted as portraying strong lust.

Seriously. Wow. I love it so much it's unbelievable.

Thank you, honey.

For both the criticism and the positive comments. I do have a horrible habit of repeating myself.

Inari:

ILY.

Ily too, hun. Great job.

Tabby Delany:

Sometimes I felt that you repeated your lips imagery several times, but other than that, I absolutely love it. It wasn't a major flaw in the poem, and to be fair, it can also be interpreted as portraying strong lust.

Have to agree with Ellen on that one. Perhaps there was a tiny bit too much repetition on that. It doesn't matter much though because this poem is just like all your others; awesome. But I have to say that even though this poem was great not one single line was better than the first. (That's what I think anyway). I love it dearly.

As always your poem has a great flow, beautiful imagery and the most suitable words.