sloanicus
Woodpeckers keep me awake at night. Hitting them with golf balls, a gap wedge from sixty, doesn't help. No birdies on the back nine.
Subterfuge in touching you
Alleviate was my purpose.
Somewhere along those missguided shores
I left you gasping for breath
As my blood surged.
Striking. Spectacular. Imposing.
I leapt, dashed, strangled
Without ever meaning to.
All I yearned for
Was the chance to heal you.
Mistaken. Unsound. Imprecise.
My faults leaked from my well-intentioned fingertips.
To handle your inescapable pain
Let it escape. Let it be mine.
And as your hushed heartbeat thumped to the rhythm of my selfish ways
I let you slip away.
Unease. Sorrow. Compunction.
I'll regrettably live to heal another day.