I hear the muffled cries of her lips which she uses to mistakenly display her heart but not her soul.Does she not know that a man redeemed lies within me?
Does she not know that my ears are keen to the vibration of deceit?
I lightly speak to the lips that are muffled, “My brother who loves me loves me because He died for me, my brother who loves me loves me because He lives for me,my brother who loves me loves me because He corrects me, but you? You began to whisper your love for me. Who hears a whisper my friend, without it becoming corrupt? You began to voice your love for me but tell me,
What good is a voice with no voice? Yet, you love me? You love me but you will not gain a scratch for me. A man who loves loves unconditionally, even foolishly a man who loves his brethren shall perish for his brother,and the perished is blessed.”
Her lips that are scarlet began to quiver, the pain on her face began to drip, and she cries out to me with outstretched hands, “You must understand my love that I love you. I love you more than myself.”
“No scarlet woman it is not I that you love at all. You, scarlet woman, love no man. How could you when you love not yourself? It is not I that you love but my temple, it is not I that you love but my words, — even now as they disarm you, you fawn at each sentence. It is not I that you love, but that which I promise. It is not I that you love but the care I give you. No scarlet woman it is not me that you love.”
“Perhaps,” I pause in thought as I stare at her scarlet lips, “it is not you that does not love me, but I who does not love you. For I surely will not spill a tear at your departure. I will not gravel for the affections of your heart. I will not bargain for the purity of your soul,after all purity is the choice of every man. Most certainly I will not perish for you.
Yet, I will care for you attentively, I will wash your lines of worry from your brow.
I will show you the depth of loving,I will be a silent listener as your lips pour your troubles,and in this I will have shown you the love of a friend. As time furthers itself and nurtures its passengers I will ready myself to lie down my life for you, but perish in your sake I will not.”
The scarlet woman’s lips began to crust over covered in dark liquid as her eyes swam to the gray beyond the light, the liquid parts and begins to mumble,
“Lie down your life to me…..is that all? You will not perish for me? Am I not worth perishing for? You offer me a fine friendship,but I have pleaded solely for you alone. I ask not for the teaching of love, I ask not for attentive care, and I ask not for you to gravel. I merely desire you. I lie on my perishing bed, all you offer me is your life for mine. How does that better me….how is your life beneficial to me?”
“You scarlet woman is the finery of foolishness. I offer you what any wise man hoped for and you refuse my offer. I will perish not for the sake of false love, I will perish not for the corrupted foolishness of a scarlet woman. Your lips leak toxic and your mouth moans venom. I offer my life for yours because peace is with me and you scarlet woman is troubled. Make peace before you drown in your liquid.”
“Perish not for foolishness, but die for one another.”
Does she not know that my ears are keen to the vibration of deceit. The Poetic Mind