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black tango/an unweathered layer
Sure has been a long time.
I see you now and saw what was
now seemingly divided.
Your intentions obscure, I procure
wonderment if there are any remnants
of longing still withheld.
And I still wonder if you want me.
False passion maims the words.
Yet it is the hidden kind that burns
out the one who hasn't finished.
Are we not lovers albeit silent?
Forever staring each other down
in this black tango which we began.
Divided by a cold, ghostly wall.
Our facades humidified
as intense heat hits the cold.
What deters the hands to reach?
The eyes to meet? Two lips to four?
I'm not sure if I'll ever know
and doubt you would either.
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at this juncture, at a loss of words.
I cannot approve of what this is.
I cannot make absurd assumptions.
alas the provocative fool in me
illustrates his means to be gagged.
there you came, literally straight
out of the blue, and I relapse.
I reminisce. I take up where I left.
I keep checking for replies.
I wanted more of what you gave
still as pure as I had found it.
for you've aged so little, my dear.
you've sinned so little, my dear.
you've loved so much, my dear.
so much, in fact, that there
is still a layer time did not
weather on my heart.
I see you now and saw what was
now seemingly divided.
Your intentions obscure, I procure
wonderment if there are any remnants
of longing still withheld.
And I still wonder if you want me.
False passion maims the words.
Yet it is the hidden kind that burns
out the one who hasn't finished.
Are we not lovers albeit silent?
Forever staring each other down
in this black tango which we began.
Divided by a cold, ghostly wall.
Our facades humidified
as intense heat hits the cold.
What deters the hands to reach?
The eyes to meet? Two lips to four?
I'm not sure if I'll ever know
and doubt you would either.
---------------------
at this juncture, at a loss of words.
I cannot approve of what this is.
I cannot make absurd assumptions.
alas the provocative fool in me
illustrates his means to be gagged.
there you came, literally straight
out of the blue, and I relapse.
I reminisce. I take up where I left.
I keep checking for replies.
I wanted more of what you gave
still as pure as I had found it.
for you've aged so little, my dear.
you've sinned so little, my dear.
you've loved so much, my dear.
so much, in fact, that there
is still a layer time did not
weather on my heart.
Published 23rd Aug 2014
| Edited 21st Mar 2015
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