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I Bleed Out

I want to open
The western gate.

I want to open
The setting sun
And pass through to the night.

I want to seize heaven
And shake down the fiery stars.

The stars to brand on your thighs
With my lips, with my kisses,

And then begin weeping.

Weeping
Because, my Love,
You refuse my love.

I must love you
And only you,
You say.

But my heart
Is promiscuous
As an alley cat,

Though loyal
As the Wolf of Heaven,

And I can no more
Love only you
Than I can ever cease,
Cease
Loving you.

I did not ask
To love her.

I did not ask
To love you.

But love came,
But love was fated.

You tell me a man
Loves but one woman,
I tell you a wolf
Shall fight for its pack.

Between my love
And my loyalty,
You have erected
A jealous cross.

You have nailed me to it

And I hear your demands
With a spear in my side;

I bleed out refused by you.
I bleed out scorned by you.
I bleed out unloved by you.
I bleed out.
I bleed out
Though my heart could inhale a tornado
I bleed out
Though my heart could pump an ocean
I bleed out
Though my heart blazes like a nova
I bleed out
Though my heart stands like a mountain
I bleed out.

I only want to seize the Stars of Heaven
And brand constellations on your thighs.

I only want to love you and her both,
Love you both like beckoning lights
In the black of the lonely night.

For that one sin
You would have me
Bleed out.

I want to open
The western gate.

I want to open
The setting sun
Of your love.

7 thoughts on “I Bleed Out”

  1. That was an amazing poem, Paul. I felt quite punctured reading it. Sad too. Your anguish was palpable.

    The idea of loving more than one person in our culture isn’t exactly the most common, but i don’t think non-monogamous relationships are bad. Some people just don’t like monogamy, which is ok 😀

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  2. sensational Paul…Your opening few line are profoundly poetic
    “I want to open
    The western gate.

    I want to open
    The setting sun
    And pass through to the night.”

    Then you have me crying buckets of blood for with your powerful pleading middle stanza,

    “I bleed out refused by you.
    I bleed out scorned by you.
    I bleed out unloved by you.
    I bleed out.
    I bleed out
    Though my heart could inhale a tornado
    I bleed out
    Though my heart could pump an ocean
    I bleed out
    Though my heart blazes like a nova
    I bleed out
    Though my heart stands like a mountain
    I bleed out.

    I’m in my medicine cupboard, looking for rolls of bandages, … will you enough blood left, to give you the strength to open the western gate, and open the setting sun……..

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