Eighteen hours plus,
together
in tight quarters,
tighter embraces.
Hearts bleed
over the coming drift.
Too soon to be
pulled apart;
lips too raw and bruised
from smashing kisses
full of passions
fiery play.
Arms ache from
tightly grasped
embraces.
Penetrating eyes
look beyond
words
whispered
cotton soft.
Intertwine fingers
at every turn
afraid
to let the moment
slip
from our grasp.
Voices carry
only to
each others
burning ears
as our hearts
scream
of dreaded
goodbyes.
Sweet reluctance
and clawing
urgent touches
sweep us
out
into the light
of our
pained normalcy;
until
seven days pass
once more;
and eighteen hours
can be
born again
a lifetime
away.
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Remembering those days when there was never enough time...
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Exceptional
I think what it boils down to with your poems, is that they are the half dream/half wake state. I used to envy someone years ago, a man of course that was my writing other half; he could make a poem out of the most trivial moments (as if moments could be such). We've since had each other's blood, but I still respect him as a poet to a very very high degree. We envied each other's way with the word, but he wrote as if he should have been poor, drunken in a street gutter selling words for bread. To this day, he's the finest poet I've known in my life. You write a lot like him in ways.
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There is a frenetic pace set by this formatting...
A glimpse into urgency deep and intimate.
I found each word falling within amplified shades,
each pressure making its presence felt. Blue
PS-intertwined seems to be out of context.
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"Penetrating eyes
look beyond
words
whispered
cotton soft."
It seems that those days have become a memory, though not fait, truly intense... It seems that longevity has caused us to have greater priorities these days. Gotta get those hours back. Wonderful passion presented with these words.
Much Love ♥
Renee
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The heated passion, the fever, the final embrace of goodbye, trying to hold on, savoring each moment, you captured it all.
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there never is enough time...ever
very well done - loved the 'quick pace'
you brought to this write
love, lane
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you have masterfully capitulated the polars of love and unwanted distance. kudos good sir.
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whew.... and the way you wrote it had me reading faster and faster and... my heart started beating a little faster, too. very well done.
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