Naked Leavings

NAKED LEAVINGS
Candice James
Copyright 2009

Love is like virginity.
When it’s gone it’s gone.
Almost like it never was;
No lingering traces of tenderness
Lurking in the corners of the heart;
No more sweet nothings
Perched upon the lips; wings clipped.
Only a foggy dark cemetery
Littered with unreadable tombstones.

Lust is like fire.
When it’s burned out it’s burned out.
Almost like it never flamed;
No more fever of the soul
Racing through the mind at breakneck speed;
No more aching in the heart
To touch the flesh of another;
No more desire to become lost
Inside the dreams of the beloved.
Only an empty unattended fireplace
Strewn with dead ashes from yesterday.

Heartbreak is like a fatal wound.
When it arrives it is always by surprise.
Something you don’t see coming;
Always cloaked in deception
Hiding under the skin of a lie;
Always armed with a sharp knife
To make the heart bleed more profusely;
Never a flesh wound that heals quickly
But a semi murder that leaves a deep scar.

Some things can only be viewed
Through invisible emotions
And naked leavings.