Saturday, June 4, 2016

Yes, I Could Heal You

Yes, I could heal you
with some blue potion
equal parts star and shine.
Still, I hesitate to ease your fever.
I've come to love its steady climb.
If I heal you, my hands
will just be hands,
still as sleeping stones.
But here between healed and heaven,
you give my hands somewhere to go.

55 words for Kerry at Real Toads

18 comments:

Magaly Guerrero said...

Such eerie glimpse into the heart of human nature... The things we might do, in order to feel that we matter. A bit scary.

brudberg said...

Is this a Munchhausen by proxy? Maybe just that feeling of being needed...

If I heal you,
my hands will just be hands.

Maybe we all feel the need of being something more than we are.
... or maybe I just got carried away.

brendan said...

It's where we live and love, between. Final two lines perfection. You do know how to 55.

Debi Swim said...

"My hands will just be hands" I can't tell whether to be afraid of her or feel sorry for her - both I think. The last two lines... wonderful

said...

I think it's supposed to come across as a lust and tease kind of poem. He wants it, and you're gonna make him wait. Maybe you'll give him a little finger tickle here and there, but the rest he'll die wanting. Besides, your hands are busy working on your own body. He gives your hands somewhere to go because his wanting you turns you on.

said...

Plus, he will only want you until you meet his needs. Then he'll be done with you and your hands won't be anything special anymore.

Fireblossom said...

Damn. That's it, that's the poem. The one that I was looking for.

Outlawyer said...

Hands need to be purposeful. You've caught that here. Thanks. MZ> Mine is a tiny bit longer than 55 - maybe 94- damn. Oh well. You show how it should be done. k.

Gillena Cox said...

This is certainly a tease, big time. Luv its sensuous tone

Much love...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"I've come to love its steady climb...." fantastic writing, and those two closing lines just wrap it up in a bow. WOW!

Kerry O'Connor said...

I love the cadence of these lines, the song-like rhythms in the repetitions and rhymes.

hedgewitch said...

Love is a sickness indeed, but who really wants to be healed? No, we want to remain feverish and delusional, because the alternative of a 'healthy' reality without it is so much less--I echo Kerry on the cadence and songlike quality.

Rommy said...

Terrifying in how it so calmly describes an obsessive sort of love. No, not love, just desire. Because something that creates a situation where causing pain to another in order to continue to possess it is no where near love.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Wow! Hard to take anything out of context hen it all works so seamlessly. However, favourite bits:

equal parts star and shine

still as sleeping stones


Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Damn! *when it all works

Hannah said...

This causes me to think about Jesus' miraculous healings and the healing that reike can bring...interesting and miraculous.

Other Mary said...

Oh wow, what a very insightful piece. I know relationships like this. I hate to say there was a time I was in one. Your metaphor is perfect.

Marian said...

Hands are hands. But wait! My love's hands are more than hands. Love this.