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The Perfume Of Your Body
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I Walk Naked Into a Cloud
Turning from the images of shattered promises
held like diamonds in her hand, I became
the falling victim of the mourning of the
relationship. We were younger when we
met. So much younger we still believed
in magic and make-believe. I think this was the
premise we used to build our marriage.
But such a foundation is always weak. It
relies too much on promises easily made
but seldom kept. I remember standing
before the priest, promising "till death
do us part." What did we know at
that time? Perhaps we were swept up in
the whole wedding game?
Shifting from the laziness of trying
to make a marriage work, we instead
seek to find patterns of behaviour
that will indicate we have grown apart.
That is where we are at.
That is where we belong.
I will never taste the perfume of
your body again.
A very authentic poem
Having experienced all that myself, in my first (and failed) marriage, I can attest to the painful authenticity of this sad, but very fine, poem.
Starward
THE PERFUME OF YOUR BODY
Magic and make-believe doesn't always work. But I do write and believe in magic..I love to read about it.....nice read...enjoyed....