Saturday, September 24, 2005

Bodies Parting

Torn to shreds this hopeful dream,
We nurtured. It would seem,
What was healthy was not enough
The last of love was so devastatingly rough
It ripped through the fabric of us
Its umber blood began to gush
Staining us with its final blow
Drowning us with its swollen flow

How I wish it had been gentle
With playful kissing, so accidental
So natural, so tender, so sweet
It seems a better last way to meet.

2 Comments:

Blogger Crouching Tigress said...

*Smiling away*..loved this.

2:03 AM  
Blogger The Wandering Hermit said...

And when we meet again introduced as friends, please don't let on that you knew me when...

nice one this
cheers
z

12:03 AM  

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