Blood Circle
Reunion, so-called / I call out to you
but there is no warmth of contact / through the wall between us
it is pointless / I try to embrace you, but
your eyes are dulled with deceit / you turn
you drift / you walk away
lost within your own dreamsong / Later
you dance and float / I see you
wrapped in mystifying colour / I try to catch you
rush through / and ignore
this barren terrain, blind / myself so that
numbed and soulless / I can get through the pain
immune to sadness / heal our
atrophied hearts / avulsion
abandoned closeness / forever
nb – a ‘Cleave’ poem – read normally line by line or left column, right column
Ashley Bovan 
I had never, ever heard of a “cleave poem” until now, with your poignant poem about the desire to revive love that seems to have died. The form of the poem is very fitting for the topic of these two people who are also “cleaved” apart. It’s one thing when two people break apart; it’s another when one turns totally cold and deceitful, and yet the other can still see the lingering “mystifying colour.” I love that expression–“mystifying colour”–as though one is still seeing the other in a romantic way, despite what has happened.
Thanks Bonnie – yes, an interesting form – I first saw it on this website – http://cleavepoetry.wordpress.com/what-is-cleave-poetry/ (no longer updated)
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