From Pleasure to Pain

Anticipation builds with the touch
Of your fingers as they trace
Paths carved in my skin
By the sound of your voice.
Your love breathes passion
Into the heart of my soul.

Exploding there, in my soul,
The pleasure of your touch
Thrills with ecstatic passion,
Lifting me above the slightest trace
Of reality, giving voice
To the electricity that is my skin.

But, underneath your skin,
A storm brews in your soul.
I hear it tremble in your voice,
Feel it slide into your touch.
And in your heart it begins to trace
The outline of a dark passion.

You look on me with strange passion.
Your breath scorches my skin,
As the ashes of love leave no trace,
Of the path to my soul.
Gentleness exits your touch
As you dig trenches of pain with your voice.

An element of hate enters your voice.
A white-hot, unrelenting passion
To hurt, propels your touch.
Burning holes through my skin
In search of my soul,
It devours all but a trace.

As your words begin to trace
Angers path, your voice
Bruises what's left of my soul,
Reprimanding the passion
That once electrified my skin.
Leaving me to cringe from your touch.

Anger destroyed every trace of passion
That love's voice once etched in my skin,
And the pain left my soul cold to the touch.


This poem is written in aTBellestina form . TBellestina is a modified form of the Sestina develpoed by Texas Belle for the SLAM contest