losing
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