I remember
secret messages
sent with eager fingers
on the slipstreams of inkjets
blood coursing
through our viens
to those most private places
we had yet to explore.
We were fresh
like warm loaves
of hot bread steaming
and begging for the silk
of buttering each other up.
We bantied words about
our thoughts turning to
love and possibilties,
we wrote passioned poems
with fingers pressing buttons
not of the flesh kind
but fleshing out a
long distance intimacy
between us.
You haunted my dreams
like the soft wisp
of a kiss denied,
and I chased your promise
between lonely sheets.
I was the Gable floating
high over your Tara,
coveting those
scarlet lips
that were
far too soon
gone with the wind.
Distance and time
eventually eroded
what we savored
into just a passing fancy
now we are not in love
nor at war
we simply
remain civil.
But I will always
cherish what we
once thought we
might have had.
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Your words touched a part of my heart that completely understands this.
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I like the imagery in this so much...beautiful really. And those last 4 lines are perfect! Just one thing...for some reason I am now craving freshly baked bread with butter!
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Well written story in verse of love at a distance and how it all unravels in the end. Beautiful and thought provoking words as always.
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Your words are so touching as I sit here and remember my own long distance love affair. I feel my own heart yearning here. Almost brought a tear as I too remain "civil" and I have no choice for I left with the most beautiful package one could ever hope for, so at least I get to see his face everyday. Great poet, keep penning for you capture so many moments in time with your words. Hugs~ Cuddles
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LOL Hellova write, bro! Hellova write indeed. Missed your words.
Anyway, write on and good luck.
Dez
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Pure genius :-)
Soooo tasty! Especially the warm loaves.
Thank you for taking me back to school-days when, instead of learning how to touch-type properly, I sat at the back of my classes typing secret messages with eager fingers
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