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Early Hours
The fingerprints on the wine glass
The ones I didn't wash away.
Just tucked away at the back collecting memories.
The same ones left on the chrome bedstead
That you pulled on as Our lovemaking reached
It's peak in those early hours,
Tracing the outlines with wistful thoughts
Shouting out unscripted sounds
Whispering our keepsakes of love
Broadening the smiles
Holding tight as wreckage survivors.
The kisses of life we gave.
Never wishing to be rescued.
In those early hours
We saved our souls..
We saved each other.
The ones I didn't wash away.
Just tucked away at the back collecting memories.
The same ones left on the chrome bedstead
That you pulled on as Our lovemaking reached
It's peak in those early hours,
Tracing the outlines with wistful thoughts
Shouting out unscripted sounds
Whispering our keepsakes of love
Broadening the smiles
Holding tight as wreckage survivors.
The kisses of life we gave.
Never wishing to be rescued.
In those early hours
We saved our souls..
We saved each other.
Published 19th May 2013
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19th May 2013 11:55am
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- Edited 1st May 2021 7:46am
19th May 2013 1:39pm
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19th May 2013 1:48pm
Thankyou for your lovely comments. Had the first line and just ran with it. Yeah memories we all have them. Some good some bad :-)
Anonymous
21st May 2013 00:51am
"Tracing the outlines with wistful thoughts "
This is beautiful.
This is beautiful.
