I’ve known you, intimately.
Every facet of your being,
Every pulsating promise resting
Within your blood-let bossom.
Broken, but still I’ve known you—
Never once did I ever own you—
I can only own my luminous love.
I have never been filled with hate,
And maybe it is that which grates
Across the board like broken nails,
Aging the myrrh in your wine.
Sip it up, the bitterness sublime;
Necrosis best goes down cold as hell.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
Tittu
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Tristan Robert Lange (
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Your poem explores the complexities of love and emotional intimacy, contrasted with themes of pain, bitterness, and acceptance. The poet considers a deep yet non-possessive connection to someone described as "cold as hell," indicating a thorough understanding of their flaws and struggles. This includes love, emotional intimacy, brokenness, and the acceptance of both beauty and pain in relationships.
Thank you so much, dearest Friendship. Your time, astute analysis, and support are very much appreciated! Thank you for seeing the heart of this. 🩸❄️🕯️🙏
This poem is cold and dark it breaths the air of the tomb. It smells of dying and carries with that feel. Emotion or maybe lack of it that gives it power. Nicely written
Thank you, my dear friend. Your time, astute message, and support are very much appreciated! 🩸❄️🕯️🙏
You are most welcome
"...all they that hate me love Death." (Prov 8:36) Cold, eh? Exceptional. Beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a damning poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
Why, thank you, dearest Missy. Much appreciated, my friend. Glad you enjoyed! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
From death we do rise. 🌹
Indeed we do. Thank you my dear Teddy! Much appreciated, dear poet and friend! 🖤🌹🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Popeye & Co. are always hot. Why? Cos they...... Don't answer that! lol.
🤐🤣😵 BTW, every time I zip and then laugh, it bloody hurts! LOL!
Could be TMI there - Too Much Info! lol. It would be, if I enquired further, but it has to come under 'Don't answer that' category. lol.
Indeed, my specialty! LOL!
Popeye is never cold, cos....... I can't finish that sentence. lol.
Now look here, Popeye, how come you get in everywhere?! lol.
Excellent
Thank you so much, Thomas! Glad it delivered! 🩸❄️🕯️🙏
This poem drips with visceral intimacy and emotional precision; love not as possession, but as luminous endurance in the face of decay. The speaker’s refusal to hate, even while tasting bitterness, gives the piece its haunting edge. “Necrosis best goes down cold as hell” is a devastating closer: elegant, brutal, and strangely tender. It’s a portrait of knowing someone deeply, surviving the wreckage, and choosing grace over corrosion. The language is rich, almost ceremonial, yet it cuts like frost. Beautifully bitter. And it could all be talking about the self...even. very compelling.
Dear poet and friend, this is one of the most perceptive readings I could have hoped for. You caught the dual edges of intimacy and endurance, as well as the possibility of it all turning inward toward the self. That last note especially struck me...sometimes the poem is as much about surviving my own wreckage as anyone else’s. Thank you for honoring the piece with such depth. 🩸❄️🕯️🙏
Reminds me of that visual, walking out of the carnage in Terminator, not so much victorious as surviving.
This is like a love letter turned elegy - a heartbreaking and beautiful exploration of love, loss, and longing. The language is rich and evocative, with imagery that cuts deep. Your words convey the complexity of emotions with stunning clarity. Well done dearest Tittu 🌹❤️
Dearest Salvia, your words always feel warm and insightful, my dear soul sister. A love letter turned elegy...I couldn’t have said it better myself. Thank you for seeing the ache and beauty woven together here, and for always meeting my work with such tender clarity. 🩸❄️🕯️🙏
You're very welcome Dearest Tittu ❤️
Has Popeye warmed up yet? If so, spare us the details! heehee.
LOL! He's so warm he's about to....don't finish that! 🤣
Blimey, this is more noir than black light bouncing off the walls of a black hole on a dark night .. Neville 🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐈⬛🐧👍
Haha, Neville ...that might be the blackest compliment I’ve ever received. 😉🖤 A black hole with mood lighting, I’ll take it! Thanks for leaning into the noir with me. Oh...and for the murder of crows/conspiracy of ravens! 🩸❄️🕯️🙏 My kind of props! 🤣 You rock my dear friend!
I do find the expression interesting and I like your interpretation
Yay! Why thank you, my friend! Glad it delivered! 🩸❄️🕯️🙏
one sided unrequited love - awareness and despair woven together so beautifully - well done, dear poet...you have captured the intensity of emotions in contrast with the cold shoulder given in a very descriptive way
Thank you so much, dear poet and friend! I am glad that the poem delivered! Your time and support are much appreciated! 🩸❄️🕯️🙏
always there while you write, and i read them
take care
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