So long ago that one might believe that any feelings of affection we shared had dissipsted into outerspace since all our actions soared and burned out adn drifted only God kew where. Seems i located some one day as i searched the manual of love describing how rekindling is done. A picture of my fingers , exploring your frame, firm, insistent, caused a seizure of remebrance, too real . Hiding feelings, torturing self with the explosions as tongues spoke and left messages...direct. Close, but not, enough...until that moment as i stood above and our eyes met the coonection broken...not happening , again
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Giving UpWho taught me to kiss the way that sends shivers down your back and causes the blood to rush towards release? Who taught you to hold me in your arms so that I could feel every change in your demeanor? Who fires and banks the surge of passions that we exchange? What but experience can know the ins and outs of a desire that cannot contain itself? Where are the words that we allow? Who censors what we share? Who interferes when we are almost there at the crest of ours? Seems everyone can but us. Those who begrudge us seem to engage with the utmost and then swear we do not want. I know. You know. We grow. Are adult . Enough. The good has left its memory and we grow weary as gray hair and aches and pains leave in their stead dread.  |
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DenialThe course, chosen. Turning around to reconsider...out of my hands. Everything, i wanted to stand for, especially to wait, for one, the one i neede to spend my life with...gone. I took in that sword adjusting to its thrusts, unthinking...every urge to resist, to stop crushed by the commitment that had walked away an episode that squashed the dream of being true to an ideal. Disintegrating as the battle of our two bodies tried to make a climax...each of us involved in a mind game that did not involve...love of the one you are with. |
Cool itSo long ago that one might believe that any feelings of affection we shared had dissipsted into outerspace since all our actions soared and burned out adn drifted only God kew where. Seems i located some one day as i searched the manual of love describing how rekindling is done. A picture of my fingers , exploring your frame, firm, insistent, caused a seizure of remebrance, too real . Hiding feelings, torturing self with the explosions as tongues spoke and left messages...direct. Close, but not, enough...until that moment as i stood above and our eyes met the coonection broken...not happening , again |
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