I came to the razor’s edge
I felt the softness of your breath
Swirling. ebbing, tide,
Beyond blackness
Rivers of violent creation
This velvet ice of silent streets.
I came to offer tears of unity
In shafts of glowing light
Before exposed desire
Shards of shadows
Rippling mirrors of silver eyes
Sinking deep into black satin sheets.
I came to pay
Forgive me
And as the rhythm of rain
Pulsed tumbling expectations
For wisdom was kept for another day
When we embraced secret dreams.
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Written for Poets United
Life From A Park Bench 
wow this is etched with sound, feeling and expectation. Grasp for those moments while we can.
This is such a powerful piece! Excellent write 😀
This feels like a healing moment, and the imagery is intense and riveting…..the rivers of violent creation, the ice of silent streets. Offering tears of unity sounds like a gift to both giver and recipient. A deep piece, Alan, so well written.
I especially loved the last paragraph. Great words 🙂
images like razor’s edge, rivers of violent creation, icy silence and tears of unity,& wisdom at bay do make union a distant dream….
It seems that you were offering forgiveness or wishing for forgiveness – different ways of achieving unity once again. Black satin sheets is a bit of an ominous image to me.
There is an intensity to the pace of your verse… vivid and wondrous. Well-penned.
-HA
Powerful and beautiful writing.
So powerful and provocative. You dance on the edge and bring unity full circle again. Beautiful!
There is a humility in coming to ask forgiveness and making ammends, that def can open the door to healing, and much greater unity.
Very sensual and vivid.
“I came to the razor’s edge
I felt the softness of your breath
Swirling. ebbing, tide,
Beyond blackness
Rivers of violent creation
This velvet ice of silent streets..” .
Truly riveting…this part gives every man the reasons to feel alive…humbling experience. Well done…
I was captivated by the first line..sometimes we need to wait..to breathe and soften the edges…and then come together again..
Lovely. Soulful.
Alan,
It felt like a confession, followed by the forgiveness and healing. A fine unity of peace within self…
Eileen