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K o n s u m e d
tear wet and lust gleaming
hearts souls
collision course
crash into rooms
waiting
inscence filled
and candle fueled
the shower hot water
still running
like a midnight trail
Terazzio to carpeted lair
let me taste their thirst
the maiden pale flesh
and saturate the dark
reaching walls with
your yearning cries
Unhappy girl come to lay
your head upon me cry and
let this melancholic music
soothe unending why's
come rescue us sleep
and bury us dreams
in this tangle of love
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Comments
Esker
Tue, 2011-11-15 14:11
Shelagh
I thrive for her calls
to hear that voice
that once pressed its whisper to my ears
and every year
ever single year
I am haunted by her love
and our memory
Ice upon the cedars and branchs
on the old mansion grounds
How I fixed my phone today and will
send her a desire to hear here again
via our messages
sometimes old lovers are more closest
to the heart then any other
and how we know each other
so very very well........
Candlewitch
Wed, 2011-11-16 11:56
Dear Esker,
This is hauntingly beautiful! It reminds me of time spent with an old lover from my past. *sigh...
Lovely imagery. Thanks for the memory. I love these lines:
let me taste their thirst
the maiden pale flesh
and saturate the dark
reaching walls with
your yearning cries
always Cat
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Esker
Wed, 2011-11-16 13:57
Faction
Yes more fact then fiction
this one...We still phone each other and talk
on the "blower" as my parents called the
telephone..off in our different worlds she
and I but we write..how we write!
Esker
Sat, 2011-11-19 12:08
spelling correkshun and Yes it was the Great love..
and we still are connected
she still calls
and writes and our love will never die
so odd
we have our lives fulfilled
and yet the old fires
the old fires still warm us
and we tend them with softness
and desire
all the keeping of it
precious and tender
Nordic cloud
Mon, 2011-12-05 10:59
It never dies does it.
It never dies does it.
Ann.
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.