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And so I lose you

As I lose every man.

I never had you

For it was over

Before it began.

 

 

You’ll never know now

The passion of my lips

And it’s lost to you

For all time.

The pleasure of my hips.

 

If you could hear me

But you were deaf to all.

You have your safe life

Why would you choose to fall

For such a strange one

So fey and wild as me?

When you have safety

In your familiarity.

 

But if only

You could have let your shackles go

No one could imagine

The kind of joy I’d let you know.

The pleasure,

Unalloyed and pure

The iridescence

But you simply did not hear.

 

 

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Marianne Louise Daniels

Thu 18th Mar 2010 11:33

Screw him!
I love the wistful tone. x

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Andy N

Thu 18th Mar 2010 08:13

very sad indeed, ann but i thought it was top banana (to quote a poetica pal)..

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Tomás Ó Cárthaigh

Thu 18th Mar 2010 00:06

His loss!

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Wed 17th Mar 2010 22:41

Hello Annipoo ;-) yes this is sad,,and yet there is a peak into the fiery passion lurking underneath... mmm somebody may have missed out, nice to hear it rhymes too none to easy that. Cool picture too.
love TC XX

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winston plowes

Wed 17th Mar 2010 22:14

I found this very sad Ann. Liked it. Win

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Wed 17th Mar 2010 22:06

Very fiesty Ann..rather enjoyed the attitude within..many thanks for leaving your comment on my latest..much appreciated!

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