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Butterfly Kisses

Butterfly kisses
Shared in dark warmth
Under wool layers
In close proximity to love
Entered into wet dreams
That so well disguise
Hard dried hearts,
Salted like jerky,
With silent tears.

Intimately alone
We scream
In orgasmic unison
With the cream
Of smooth caresses
Then we fall apart
And dream of strangers
We’ve not yet met
In made up lives
We’d love to live.

Alone together
We dream in
Paralleled lives
Never intersecting
Like trainloads of strangers
Only a heartbeat away,
The distance of love
Between us,
And forever ahead
In which to live
Out our lies.
















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  • Dienush
    April 6, 2008

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    I really enjoyed the style of this, the imagery, the emotion. I can relate to it more than I'd like to say. Too bad you didn't complete your entry with the second poem, but thank you for such a beautiful read.

    ~Diana


  • Lotus-Mama
    March 22, 2008

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    Wow, I know that feeling... a little too well! I love the language you use-

    "Hard dried hearts,
    Salted like jerky,
    With silent tears."

    "Intimately alone"


    "Like trainloads of strangers
    Only a heartbeat away,
    The distance of love
    Between us,"

    Very poignant! Beautifully hororific


  • x-Black-Butterfly-x gold member
    March 22, 2008

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    there is a depth and darkness tha tspeaks in your words aswel as truth and personal feelin it aswell. hope everything is ok


  • myrataal silver member
    March 22, 2008

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    With severe honesty ...

    the poet lifted the covers to reveal the agonizing loneliness of togetherness without true soulsharing. There comes a time called the moment of truth, when that which is seen as "marriage" by outsiders, may be nothing more than being intimately alone.

    To converge fragmentedness in the decision to love one, and only ONE, is an act of will. That of course asks for the same of the partner, and only when the Supreme is part of the intimate bond, BOTH can become a unison in each other, and as two-in-ONE, with HIM. Marriage is a TRINITY: husband, wife, God, or as I love to write it: husbandGODwife, where husband and wife is LINKED in matrimony by God Himself.

    Separation is inevitable, or comes, when the both do not trust each other, for whatever reasons, whether founded or not, or when there is not an ACTIVE and CONSCIOUS decision to be true in marriage.

    But of course ... you are aware of all this!

    Acute write, penetrative of course and consequences, with line breaks forcing the reader to see the different facets in separation and as parts of a syndrome.

    Well done, Poet.


    Myra


  • tara wilson gold member
    March 21, 2008

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    "Alone together
    We dream in
    Paralleled lives
    Never intersecting
    Like trainloads of strangers
    Only a heartbeat away,
    The distance of love
    Between us,
    And forever ahead
    In which to live
    Out our lies."

    poignant & excellent metaphor

    a sad poem ..yes...I often think of the closeness of people and we never connect hardly...strangers..everywhere..more so, when I lived in the city & with my husband. lol.

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