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Sweet Adoration
Spilled honey everywhere
The pot’s boiling over and
I am still hungry
Time is slowly passing away
The dawn will be waking soon
Sunshine coming through
Those doors and broken windows
Screaming for attention
The moon howls one last time
I rush in eagerness to feast
The container fills
My body hurts and
My head swims with notions
Of youth and beauty long
Since dead and forgotten
In those times of plenty
What I wouldn’t give for
That sweet adoration
Pumping through my veins
Building me up
To conquer it all
Once again
(C) 2014 XMAR82 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Published 13th Aug 2014
| Edited 3rd Feb 2017
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13th Aug 2014 10:09pm
Not sure how to feel sad for ur longing to go back or excited due to i know what grt things lie ahead for you.
As always excellent work
Hugs
Belle
As always excellent work
Hugs
Belle
13th Aug 2014 10:16pm
Glory days gone by Belle. It's sad I know but we all reminisce once in awhile. Thanks for reading.
13th Aug 2014 10:27pm
14th Aug 2014 8:17pm
14th Aug 2014 00:18am
Glory last for as long as you like if you share yourself with the one who will remind you how to go back ♥ People let go and think they are meant to but its the eyes of the beholder that tells you it is over ♥ I say its just started everyday you wake up is day for a new experiance ♥ don't let go of the adventure let go of the the strings that hold you back from a world of wonder ♥
14th Aug 2014 8:16pm
14th Aug 2014 9:41am
Ahhh, xmar82, luv :-* ~
There is a tender poignance here, an aching sweetness... You've deftly captured this fleeting note and this sensation of instants of bliss...
I say this: revel in it all, luv. For without the one: the aching, tired, soreness you do not fully appreciate the euphoria of the other, ne c'est pas? How can we know how truly wondrous without that agony in contrast?
I am not advocating seeking out agony, but life has its share unsolicited, eh?
I've said too much, gone on and on. I will cease now, luv. :-*
There is a tender poignance here, an aching sweetness... You've deftly captured this fleeting note and this sensation of instants of bliss...
I say this: revel in it all, luv. For without the one: the aching, tired, soreness you do not fully appreciate the euphoria of the other, ne c'est pas? How can we know how truly wondrous without that agony in contrast?
I am not advocating seeking out agony, but life has its share unsolicited, eh?
I've said too much, gone on and on. I will cease now, luv. :-*
14th Aug 2014 8:18pm
I was reminiscing of the past. You are right. There must be pain to know true pleasure. Thank you Savaja.
My first thoughts were of Pooh Bear and how he'd love to be there with all that spilled honey...:) It was a very humbling read, and much enjoyed.
15th Aug 2014 8:15pm
15th Aug 2014 2:42pm
15th Aug 2014 8:16pm
Anonymous
22nd Sep 2014 3:19am
Like this intriguing poem. Sweet and sexy. :)
22nd Sep 2014 10:55pm
