There’s something true
about you
in your moment
of ecstasy.
With the shiny sweet wrapper
of social order and status
peeled away.
Once you’ve left your obsession
with being desirable behind.
There, at that point
when the synapses fire
and you go blind,
when need brings
the animal to the surface,
there is something
utterly true about you.
&
There is something true
about you
in your moment
of pain.
Past the hurt feelings,
wounded ego and
injured pride.
Once you leave that
narcissism behind.
There, at that place
where the nerve endings
are damaged or severed,
when the instinct to
cry and snatch away brings
the animal to the surface,
there is something
utterly true about you.
Love the duality.
Thank you. I’m very much obsessed by binaries
RG, I like the balance in this poem.
Like the border between genius and madness, the border between ecstasy and agony is less than an ampersand thick.
Excuse me, your craft is showing.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
very true, although I think the border between genius and madness is even thinner – perhaps a semicolon.
There’s no border at all between two sides, two aspects, of the same thing. Thanks for helping us to another look into ourselves. Beautiful work, Rgrl.
Thank you.
Have you been watching me?
It’s beautiful.
Why do I feel, on reading this, that I’ve been sliced in two and viewed on the inside?
Love it.
I very much like your idea of the purity of feeling at the point of pleasure or pain.