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keep me away
she’s the love I was afraid of;
I’m the love she never wanted.
we dream under the moon of the misbegotten. when there is
no moon, there are no dreams, & the distance between us
looms big. like the sky. or the desert.
heaven has labeled me drifter. my crime is that I drift among
women. she finds me lingering in a pale shadow, & sees me as
a man who has the need of a woman, & can give to a woman
in return. or else I surround her with a poem, & she reads that I
will ease her from her suffering as we make love.
we meet in the dark, me & my midnight woman. I see her through
a window, a window of time & distance, & loneliness is wrapped
around her like a caul.
she knows what I require to soothe my desperation, & she delivers
it hard & solid, like a back alley fix. funny how an orgasm is like
shootin’ up dope: that same exquisite rush of agony.
then she lays there, quiet. I look at her lips, & I kiss her – a kiss
that must take the place of words. but at times, I wonder about
things, about the men she has known… & this affair… what is it,
& for how long. & sometimes… I’m not sure.
I suppose love is an assassin,
because she is the love I was afraid of,
and I am the love she never wanted.
we were made for love, & we were made to hurt.
but without that hurt,
I would know I have never loved…
(Art: Eric Bruinewoud)
Published 17th Nov 2016
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17th Nov 2016 8:12am
'she’s the love I was afraid of;
I’m the love she never wanted. '
Love throws us together in the oddest ways, it hurt us, sustains us, and we hold it closely, beautiful words, John. And this last verse,
'we were made for love, & we were made to hurt.
but without that hurt,
I would know I have never loved… '
Beauty in saddness, love in sorrow....
I’m the love she never wanted. '
Love throws us together in the oddest ways, it hurt us, sustains us, and we hold it closely, beautiful words, John. And this last verse,
'we were made for love, & we were made to hurt.
but without that hurt,
I would know I have never loved… '
Beauty in saddness, love in sorrow....
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17th Nov 2016 8:20am
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17th Nov 2016 8:46am
truly beautiful
I wish I could
gather words
and weave a
perfect fabric
like this one
some day...
I wish I could
gather words
and weave a
perfect fabric
like this one
some day...
17th Nov 2016 12:46pm
Anonymous
17th Nov 2016 1:01pm
Yes, John, these lines sum up this exquisite write better than perfectly...causing my heart to ache...but as it has been said, the truth can hurt...
"we were made for love, & we were made to hurt.
but without that hurt,
I would know I have never loved…"
or lived for that matter...With love, always xoxo
"we were made for love, & we were made to hurt.
but without that hurt,
I would know I have never loved…"
or lived for that matter...With love, always xoxo
17th Nov 2016 6:20pm
I suppose love is an assassin,
because she is the love I was afraid of,
and I am the love she never wanted. > lines that cut straight through my soul...
Painfully beautiful write, John!
because she is the love I was afraid of,
and I am the love she never wanted. > lines that cut straight through my soul...
Painfully beautiful write, John!
18th Nov 2016 6:16pm
Anonymous
19th Nov 2016 6:45pm
Absolute....perfection.
Words of truth, and depth.
Brilliant ink.
Words of truth, and depth.
Brilliant ink.
