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now alone in that small bed we often shared
thoughts of you gather as the floodgates open
refreshing the horrid prospect of this new life
- without you here.
smoldering embers of thought cascade in waves across
faded photo images - rough semblance of dream interrupted
barest seconds captured in mind's-eye
- each moment a lifetime.
days of playful innuendo
distracted the work we never did
gravity overwhelmed responsibility
- penalties couldn't hurt us.
nights of ardent intensity
broiled on until we lay - spent,
emotive fragments of soul-shine
- breathless from the effort.
twilight journeys of sinful indulgence
stole upon the hands of our hearts
we bled together once more
- in someone else's bed.
torment of our tumult stained those silken sheets
forever marked by our separation
no-thing shall ever rid it of those scars
- our ghosts remain.
9/27/2005 3:52 pm
so what do you do when you feel a brush of something within....that passes through??? a second voice that overpowers what you hear....the whisper in the breeeze.... holding on to you helping you in the paths we take...the steps we make....|
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