Rehashing Roses

Oh sweet sighs, memories of a lovers deep kiss and hot touch.

A mans hands, forearm s my favorite places., Thinking of your darlins calloused and callouness of abandon or just gone and bittersweet glances back, breaks my heart some.

Your words always divine and speaking centuries. I cannot even choose favorites, and risk denying the others felt deeply.

Gorgeous again T.

Love 🌹
J

If I questioned how this wud be read- you've eased my mind dear one & dammit if you're not right on!
no heart breakin over there tho.. you lift my spirits eternally with your comments.
This T is humbled ..promise..
much-much luvins Jen!
~d

Beautiful and talented lady>So Beautiful: yet so heartbreaking.
I can feel the longing and loss in this heart-wrenching write.
I know whenever I read you my heart will be involved.
You have that gift of touching with words. Such a tragic ending.
Complete auratic defeat...his hands craved.
always reminded  I am alive when reading something like this.

Keith

Omfg, Keith of soulful comment.. you leave me with shiny eyes [paybk eh? grin]
& so much heartfelt gratitude fer your thoughts.
These days blow hard & your support is so appreciated..through pain or pleasure
do we know we are alive.. I've gathered these years.. blah a lil, y'know ;)
ty much sweetie, hughug
~d

Don't quell those memories. Feel them; write them; bleed through poetr. Give meaning to the pain and time to healing.   Agony has always birthed such depth of yearning through words.   The pinions of Love are those too exquisite to ignore.

I agree on not quelling them.. you are forever my bright star, Lady A. I count myself blessed
in extremes for your insight. Could not quell or un-drown at moment if I tried.. but *do learn from
every sour sink. The good of the memories will always shine with the bad, as is Love.
coffee tips to the pure solace you give huns, *huggins
~d

such elegant bereavement. the beauty of the rose is always accompanied by thorns...

Agrees SirJ.. and reoccurring at that..
grateful fer the read & your insightful wisdom, sweet man, thankins kindly ;)
~d

"Known wilt and decay- tenfold this day,
..dry as shadow silence lay..
mirroring rose-bud wreckage 'neath pain."

Those lines, so full of imagery, and flow like silk. I adore this poem miss, I think it shall reside in my reading list!

Beautiful work, blessed day to you ma'am!

You get awwes for dubbing this a silk flow.. and my sweetest ty fer the RL..
I find that such high praise from you, having your musically inclined talents. just wow*
best day you as well m'dear friend ;) ty fer the visit!
~d

Oh you.. seester sweet Taryn OFK.. [and many other titles as you woo me!..eg, yes*]
droppin CS's here to keep from shaking pour & cry.. I loves you fer being a constant..

squeezing you too, but lil lighter fer fear of owie-ng you.. [few more days n we r bk to the ruff stuffs]
and wif no mercy! you have been a blessing of rare honest heart in my life & my mushy moods are
showing.. so giving u kinky kisses then gona go sulk.. lol.
everly a witch on a leash to ur Faerie ;)
~d

lovely d~ I can feel the deep pain etched into your heart..

so exquisitely written..

"Taunting sugared bloom.. spun lifetime sweet,  
wandering hands bespelled me..  
beyond a core bleed seeping pink leak,  
calloused, now denied 'me."

so very deep and moving hugs..

with love Crim  

I melt fer your hugs and support, sweet Crim de la crème.. hughugs back sweet lady.
..miss my cunty ire.. seems more ..idk.. *safe.. than my lament & rehash of the Best..
that never stops haunting, all bad included. my heart thanx you!
mwahs & skirt-peeking curtsies ;)
~d

so it is with shadows of mind......

bless ye, dear

Don't we know Sirz o D.. would that we did not. do soo loves havin you, is much appreciated!
On an up-note? I'm learning to dance in these shadows ;) you're on saxx kkk? grins..
curtsies & luvstuffs misters,
~d

"Cannot quell soft jetted memories  
of his hands upon me.. "

I gather you're looking back with fondness, possibly picking the most tender memories.  You're being kind, and maybe deceiving yourself at this point as to what actually occurred.

"Taunting sugared bloom.. spun lifetime sweet,  
wandering hands bespelled me.."

His charm and power of seduction got the better of you, but you still remember this very gently.  

"mirroring rosebud-wreckage 'neath pain.  
Complete auratic defeat.. his hands craved.."

Then you realize that he wasn't the romantic he initially seemed, and his hands, seductive as they were, proved willfully destructive.  He might not have been able to stand your aura of contentment.

That's my take, anyway.  Very sad, and I hope this didn't actually occur with you Darksighs.  This is a lovely but painful write.  Fine work as always!  

 "You're being kind, and maybe deceiving yourself at this point as to what actually occurred."
~guilty. soo guilty. stuck rehashing mostly just the *beautiful, as is fresh & raw.
dammitt man, spot on..and ty. [truly]

 "He might not have been able to stand your aura of contentment. "
~soo much insight.. have you been questioning me in my sleep to obtain answers? *wicked grins
if this one is not true.. it is fully how I feel. benefit of doubt fairly given.. wish it had made a difference
to be open & Myself. *darksigh

means so much to call you friend, dear Crow.. ty fer taken time on me ;)
~d

to me this feels like a poem about remembering someone you love but loss some how.it is a beautifully written poem.

A poignant time and I thank you everly fer the read.. means much to have your
presence on my page, even moreso with your understanding this bitter sweet lament.
gracious grins on your day,
~d

sometimes there's a stench even the cloying scent of roses fails to mask (i hate those fecking flowers)
*
the ouchies here...
"Known wilt and decay- tenfold this day,
.. dry as shadow silence lay..
mirroring rosebud-wreckage 'neath pain.
Complete auratic defeat.. his hands craved.."
... your bruises are just beautiful, sister mine. keep poking them if it creates art like this
kitten mauls & kisses
xoxox

Wicked rofl's sister~heart.. omfg.. deciding if I shud luv-bite or pounce here at your
cutest suggestion: .. "keep poking them".. oh & ha, kk-of-claws.. love that.

Thinking in seriousness I poke at them myself plenty too.. [to my a'grrz]
sweet poignant pain, those bruise pokins tho.. we shall ode it forever if
I know we- you & me. ;)
loves you endless darlins-of-all Kittenkats,
~d

Simply exquisite m'lady. You get into the emotion so well and speak it so elegantly that shows both passion and restraint.

"shedding my soul on wetly kissed stains..  
velveteen heart-speak plainly lain.   "

I simply love this line. I admit, I had to look up "lain", but once I did it make the discovery of what you were saying so much more surprising and exciting that it elevated the work for me. Nice job Darksigh... a humble bow to you.