you were someone i could be stupid in front of
i could be my silly, fumbly-bumbly self with you
i could walk around naked and not care when you stared
after 8 hours away, you greeted me as if it had been months
you kissed me as if you were starving
how i loved the feel of your lips, everywhere they'd wonder
i keep telling myself i know love
but i'd only recognize love if it kicked my ass
it wouldn't be love if it didn't tear you into bits, would it?
love isn't as ferocious as when you think it's gonna leave
and so it has...grrr...
Author notes
friends don't let friends drink and keyboard...where's my stoli?
what's better or worse than love?
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Really nice - remember me?
I see you stillhave more than bucket full of talent.
Liked it all, not so keen on the last line, but i do like the honesty in the piece, kind of stripped bare of the fluff and pretensions people normaly adorn these pieces with.
How are you?
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honesty is a refreshing joy
courage dressed in poetry is always elegant.
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inder
your few words are so full of grace as I'm sure you are.
thank you for visiting.
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WOW! Powerful poetry... very intense.
Yes we can love another but reality is we can't
force them to love us... this expresses the frustration one can feel losing lofve. Very thought provoking Dragen. Excellent.
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stephen
i had no intention of writing this when i sat down to the keyboard but here it came tumbling out like a basket full of puppies.
thanks for giving this a read.
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How the hell did you find the explanation we all look for
Not much can be said on this, except that you seem to have found possibly the closest explanation of what love is i have ever seen, now when are you going to do the parenting one?
always nice to see your work, always nice to know that you are still writing
Michael
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micheal
working on being more transperent and at ease with my vulnerabilities. this is what i had. there are times i wonder if i'll ever find it again. a little shy voice inside says i will.
as far as parenting, i don't think it will be entirely fair until i am a parent and as yet that proposition is far off. I'm still writing but posting only a few things here and there. be bye soon.
here's wishing you ocean breezes during the heat of the day and whispering palms to lull you to sleep, k
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