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Sometimes...

Sometimes...

Sometimes I hear your voice, rasping, cruel, releasing venom  drip by drip,
burning  like acid on contact.
Remembering instead,  a winter sun and our cheeks brushing softly together,
whispered breath, misting, whilst kissing.
Hands moving with rhythmic gentleness,stirring buried passion and
unspoken desire.
To joyously asphyxiate within the depths of your eyes,
those limpid lagoons  of dark dreamless craters, that swallowed me whole-
willingly…..
The knowledge of the concord we created,
sustained me through the rhapsodic symphony of  a slowly disintegrating love.
Beyond the overture, the opus lost its wonderment,
and magic was replaced with tedium…
Yours never mine.
Yielding arms that once contained my enslaved soul
now form a barrier between us.
Eyes that shone lucidly with warmth,
now hold a glacial gaze that never thaws.
Lips once so softly pressing onto mine
Now unsmiling,bitter and  mercenary.
When your heart is at war with your head
and denial is easy.
Sometimes I forget…
only sometimes…
that  once  you also  loved me.
 
 
 

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lodigiana

Hi StevieC  what a lovely, sad, hauntingly, touching write this turned out to be . Love is such a maker or breaker and if we find the positive  it truly sustains us- really enjoyed the imagery  we created 
Lodigiana xx

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StevieC

Thank you so much! x

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StevieC

Thanks so much! really excited to get comments! -Love your work 

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