Touchable as dreams inhaled, the silence
darkly sensed, a breathless pause between
a scream, and whispered lies.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you”
Your fingertips are moths, softly scorched
attracted by its wanton blaze, singed
and falling, failing, leaving left.
“I didn’t meant to hurt you”
Touchable as dreams inhaled.
Woman touching her arm by Edgar Degas
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Björn Rudbergs writings 
Love the tenderness with which this poem is written 🙂
I like the refrain seemingly contrasting with dreams and reality ~ I admire this part best:
Your fingertips are moths, softly scorched
attracted by its wanton blaze, singed
and falling, failing, leaving left.
Good to see you back Bjorn ~
a sorrowful piece. That “I didnt mean to hurt you” refrain could touch on the whole cycle of abuse.
Both refrains work well, tough love, rough sex, battering–you do not shy away from poetic comment; always compassionate on your part. I like the lines
/a breathless pause between/a scream & whispered lies/.
I see a lot of similarity in your and my own piece tonight – smiles. Lovely write.
I noted that as well..
I really enjoyed this, specially: a breathless pause between
a scream, and whispered lies. There is a lot going on there…
Oooh, this is really painful to read. I hope he really means it and that she will be all right.
Bjorn, you sir have incredibly done yourself magnificently as always.
My favorite lines:
Your fingertips are moths, softly scorched
attracted by its wanton blaze,
You write and speak with truthful ways and truthful honesty my friend.
I love this so so much. 🙂
That attraction to the flame is what causes the moth’s demise…better beware. Power in these few lines, Bjorn.
“Your fingertips are moths”
I’m going to be thinking about that all night. Wow.
Such a different way of treating the moth and light imagery, so softly touching!
Sad and so well written. This brought a tear to my eye. Bravo.
~Matthew
Intriguing and sad Bjorn… I see abuse and lies and the fatal attraction to it…”falling falling leaving left”…what a punch that packs.
This is beautiful yet filled with pain..I didn’t mean to hurt you…touchable as dreams inhaled..I just dropped by to read a bit.
Young men raised
on fear then rising rage..
daddy’s telling them boys
never cry.. learning from
peers and pornography
that to meet a girl
is all about
a meat
market
and more
not much
else.. but
satisfying
an urge..
poverty of empathy
and human connections
is the real disEase of human…
I agree with Bryan. There is real pathos in this and the suggestion of terrible abuse.
Raw and biting, with touches of sadness and pain.
You combine sinister and sensuous so well – the abuse doesn’t have to be physical, there is a whole world of meaning there.
love the line of the moths
Your fingertips are moths, softly scorched
attracted by its wanton blaze, singed
and falling, failing, leaving left.
These words conveyed the risks of pain brought by the person’s personality. Dangerous person to mess around with!
Hank
I am sure you are published. You are very good!
Beautiful poem. The repetition of “I didn’t mean to hurt you” brings a sorrowful tone
“Your fingertips are mo(n)ths, softly scorched” … I love this. There’s so much death and pain in this.
Some people hurt everything they touch; they almost can’t seem to help it. That’s why they inevitably must stop touching. Or burn off their own fingertips … hmmm, no tips, no prints. Now I see a CSI episode here.
“Touchable as dreams inhaled, the silence
darkly sensed, a breathless pause between
a scream, and whispered lies.”
Damn, I’ve been here. It hurts. A lot.
There is a false sense of sincerity in the refrain. Peace, Linda
“the silence…”
“a breathless pause…”
“Your fingertips are moths…”
“Touchable as dreams inhaled.”
There is pain here, but sounds like psychological taunting, rather than physical abuse. I really like “falling, failing, leaving left.”
A ‘touching’ poem of regret? It feels very real.
“as dreams inhaled” – Wow! Really powerful! “a breathless pause between a scream, and whispered lies” – Wow, again! Really it reads like a physical shock. Like a blow. Like a mental and physical blow.
I like this very much.