In Their Passion, We Shall Live

[saeity]

Making her indelible mark a regrettable one,
some say she became the eyes of his America;
as he her rustic Yorkshire Dale.

So hungered for this burgeoning burdened love,
she allowed this black marauder to paw and play,
kissing her face right off, until he wore it like a mask.

He stayed from dusk to dawn until she was relentlessly spent.
Passions fade like fashion and outlived by the new,
no longer did he need her, no longer did he do.

She sensed a bun to become more apparent for his talent
but ovens cook bread, you stupid bitch not heads;
and from an ariel view she never knew how passionately fashionable
she was to become.

Now trapped within the landscape never to be retrieved by the bereaved,
his loss……damn; our loss, too.

[Leanne]

This is a Plath tribute? I know I'm missing loads of references and I'm reluctant to try picking out some of the extra modifiers in case they're direct plays on poem lines/ titles. (eg. indelible/ unforgettable -- one of those terms is redundant).

I confess, I only guessed who it was about from the cooking heads line (confirmed by ariel). I'm afraid I'm not a Plath fan (and today, I'm prone to understatement) so I'm not going to fully appreciate this, but others certainly will.

[saeity]

I happened to dip my toes in the troughs below thanks for the heads up on indelible/unforgettable, appreciate you commenting Leanne.

saeity.

[escorial]

always passion in your work