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but not like that

not like the way that first sunray feels

when it hits your winter-pale skin

not like the contented way you fall asleep

in your hammock

underneath the moonlight

like the saltwater smell in your hometown

or the taste of banana pancakes on the weekends

not like the kick you get

when you snap a perfect picture

not the like the adrenalin that travels through you veins

 when you dance

not like discovering a magic place

within a complete stranger

or like creating something artsy

no darling

you don't love me like that

-Ida-

 

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Comments

elPintor

Thu 23rd Jun 2016 23:54

This reminds me of the passing nature of some types of love..like chemical reactions, reagents and catalysts.

I certainly don't mean to detract from this lovely piece but I must ask myself when reading it--how do we guard such sentiments?

But, then, I also see opportunity to create experiences of love through ongoing discovery and appreciation..opportunities missed by the object of your piece.

I like it, if nothing else came through.

elPintor

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