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#Italy Tonight
there is no light for me to follow
no wind blowing, northwards
to guide me home
only an egg whites moon
tucked into the corner of an
unblinking sky
Tonight
there is only you...
me...
and a wild need thrashing against,
skin and bones
with an unstitching of lips
and the suckles of honeyed tongues
I'm unraveled from your fingertip
and lain against the bare of your heart
Tonight
I serve no longer as a stringed reminder,
But a fond, fond
memory
If only we could learn the
If only we could learn the preciousness of a good memory when we are young, as the good ones remain alive through every bitter lemon in life's horn of plenty...but we seem always to focus on the rotten apples we get. !! This is a lovely expression of that. I Once had a lover who was found dead in a car trunk...he lives!!! :-)
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
thanks
Gotta take the good with the bad, but don't get too hung up on those "rotten apples" ;) thanks for the comment
Agapáme
WOW!!
that is amazinnggg!! You are soo good! I hope I will be as good some day :D
xD
You are too sweet :) thank you so much
Agapáme