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I felt her cold fingers
I felt her fingers grow cold.
Come dawn....I felt them fumbling
Naked over strewn sheets. reaching
To snuff the flcker of lust from
The wick of midnight passion
In the frigid breath of a still gray morning
The night is lost to tears
Beneath pillows placed to drown
The howling ...but the beast still bays.
Come dawn....I felt them fumbling
Naked over strewn sheets. reaching
To snuff the flcker of lust from
The wick of midnight passion
In the frigid breath of a still gray morning
The night is lost to tears
Beneath pillows placed to drown
The howling ...but the beast still bays.
Published 23rd Sep 2019
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Anonymous
24th Sep 2019 2:27pm
The sadness and disappointment in this ring so strong. Evoking a vivid image of a lover slipping away in the harsh dawn. Sigh
24th Sep 2019 3:17pm
This is incredibly sad, but I love the way you phrased it....so subtle. I've never lost him, but I know that exact feeling you speak of. The spark is gone, and not even within a flicker or a flash. It slowly builds, but you totally realize how fucked up life is as that last second hand strikes. I'm sorry, it sounds as if she abandoned you you, perhaps caught off guard even.....🖤😕
14th Oct 2019 4:47am
Such a powerful sketch of that draining reality that something has been lost. Been a few nights lost to tears. Sad, but rings with a truth many have known.
14th Oct 2019 6:02pm
