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Eternal Bliss of the Drowning Lady
I sing to you tunes of kindness,
Sunny voice of sweet captivation,
My eternal flame of gloom
Forever strung by silent cries.
Your rhythms lure me deeper
A song of salvation that shrouds my tainted mind.
The drought no more,
As tides of tears arrive,
Rippling echoes of their greatest sorrows.
I drown in sirens' songs of deepest hues,
Their incantations seep your truth.
The great flood of my lungs,
Becometh of your radiance and love.
What woman grips at shillings of mercy?
To be flooded in you,
Soaked in death's blissful flames.
Dearest sun,
Shine upon my love,
Bathe him in such of my sunken nature.
My flood,
My ray.
Drowned in your warmth,
Loved and left,
You—always all over me.
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I wrote this piece in my poetry journal after my lover came back into my life after some time of no contact. The struggles I have endured because of this relationship are grand. However, it is he who makes me feel most like myself. These struggles were mostly the result of our separation, considering our methods of communication more or less led to the temporary demise of our relationship. This frigid emptiness, however, managed to continuously foster the warmth of love - our love. And so, while editing this piece in preparation for submission, I have been able to confront the parts of myself that both he and I collectively hurt. Through my continuous and eager efforts toward resurrecting our love's jaded flame, a burning sense of intimacy has once again found itself ever-present in my heart.