Was it true love
or was it carnal lust,
those days of youth and bliss?
I do not know if I can trust
the deceptive wraith of memory.
And yet I can't let go
(nor do I wish to) the image
of our eager exploratory
bodies; the undertow
of animal desire,
all resistence abandoned
in the surge of blood-heat.
She is gone now,
the source is dry, the bed
long empty of her warm
and vibrant presence.
She who was for many years
a constant companion,
a fixed star in my
firmament, has left me
bleak and lonely.
Memory is all I have,
and in my mind's eye
I am melting again
in the butter-soft
embrace of her arms,
the silk-smooth touch
of skin on willing skin.
Why should such memories
be best forgotten--
is memory and sweet desire
a mortal sin?
A contest entry
- Love Me Tender In Memories Best Forgotten by jcat.
1100 points, ended September 15, 2008, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Sigh....
This is a sad yet beautiful creation
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Excellent poem, Bill, beautiful and really sad I thought, very emotional and somewhat relatable too,
great work pal,
hope you're well,
Alex.
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sounds like love to me but things do memories change as time goes by. Sounds like both love and lust actually, and a wonderful relationship. This poet is very lucky. I put it that because I am not sure if this is actually a memory or an enjoyable story.
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this is just beautiful. simply beautiful. x
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Sigh.......why indeed?? You captured me with your words here!!! Wonderful job.....thank you!
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the fires of life...never deny...
that lust and love are entwined powerfully.
the energy that gives mortal man flight.
Depth in your soul burns bright!
flamesdragoness
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a wonderful poem good luck in the contest
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Lust or love eh Bill....Me thinks probably a wee bit of both my friend. Excellent as always...mal
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Ahh... to answer an age old question of is it love or lust or what is love but I thik more along the lines of we are born alone and we'll die in a blaze of glory. LOL Write on, bro.
Dez
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The memories are yours ...
forever.
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"I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,
I wish I was a youth again;
But a youth again I can never be,
Till apples grow on an ivy tree."
Skin on willing skin - beautifully put.
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