Balance of destruction

Is it treachery or sin to sense
that tenderness is war and tactics?
I felt neglected when you slept.
I went crazy when you sighed.
But when your hands in salacious fire
captured me, I melted darkly ardor.
Before the attack, with night our witness,
I grabbed the prized fruit of your venom.

Were we ever closer to an end than this?
We softly schemed with fingertips on skin
and went to sleep — knowing not
if tomorrow would bring rage and fury.
Is it treachery to sleep, when safety
depends on balance of destruction.

Nude by Edvard Munch

Today we revisit old prompts with Kerry at Toads. My choice was to take a little bit of three of the prompts proposed. I will also link up to Poetry Pantry tomorrow.

September 2, 2017

31 responses to “Balance of destruction

  1. Oh my Bjorn, your relationship poems are so dark and….destructive.
    But when your hands in salacious fire
    captured me…wow. Salacious fire….makes me think of an illicit encounter or three. The illustration looks almost skeletal and the face, a skull. Good job linking the pic with the poem.

  2. A most unique blend of love and war. It is amazing how the terms suit either scenario very well. I guess it all comes down to this human need for supremacy. Détente during the hours of sleep may be fleeting.

  3. A re-enactment of the song, “Eve of destruction?” If they scratched each other enough to draw blood they should exchange it so as to cement their bond. The prized fruit was a bit of surprise.
    ..

  4. kaykuala

    Is it treachery to sleep, when safety
    depends on balance of destruction.

    An uneasiness in such a delicate situation is to be expected

    Hank

  5. I like the way you created a complex poem from all three prompts to convey the complexities of a relationship, Bjorn. I especially loved the opening lines:
    ‘Is it treachery or sin to sense
    that tenderness is war and tactics?
    I felt neglected when you slept.
    I went crazy when you sighed’.

  6. Chicks. Whaddayagonnado? Love poems which are also true poems must show edges and descend. Like the Japanese say, love and happiness is rooted in piss and shit.

  7. Relationships are complex beasts. And the complication grows when we only glimpse at one side of things, like in this poem. The speaker tells us his story, but the subject remains silents. We can’t know if the speaker’s fears are unfounded. Maybe he’s a bit paranoid–it would be hard not to be when the heart is full of such passion, such want, such chaos… Love and war, destruction and balance are so big, so personal to the heart and mind, so difficult to see for what they are…

    My favorite parts of this poem are the speaker’s fierce passion, his questioning of everything, and the fact that (even in the madness) he gets to sleep for a bit…

  8. I think this shows how thin that line between love and hate can be. There is so much passion, but it seems it will burn rather than warm the ones involved.

  9. You had me at ‘Is it treachery or sin to sense
    that tenderness is war and tactics?’ You pose a question, that gives me pause.

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