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BACK WHEN
back when
you were light
and me, darkness
and you, holy
and me,
the devil himself
and you were air
and i was fire
rolling hot,
razing the landscape
and you were soft,
like a painting
of the moon,
bright in my soul's
dark night
and perfect
between the sheets
and we two
were somehow one
and it was so good
for just that little while
you were light
and me, darkness
and you, holy
and me,
the devil himself
and you were air
and i was fire
rolling hot,
razing the landscape
and you were soft,
like a painting
of the moon,
bright in my soul's
dark night
and perfect
between the sheets
and we two
were somehow one
and it was so good
for just that little while
Published 17th Oct 2022
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17th Oct 2022 3:16am
Dear J,
Those were the days weren’t they! I’ll treasure them always. 😉
I really enjoyed the opposites throughout the poem. A clear angel/rascal description, just great. A few precious moments to last a life time. Lovely write. H🌷
Those were the days weren’t they! I’ll treasure them always. 😉
I really enjoyed the opposites throughout the poem. A clear angel/rascal description, just great. A few precious moments to last a life time. Lovely write. H🌷
17th Oct 2022 5:22pm
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23rd Oct 2022 11:53pm
The melancholy just seeps out of this one. It’s perfect in its rolling of the thought. And isn’t that how it strikes us? How it snowballs into this lyrical state of adoration we can only bow before… sing of a little.
This is beautiful in its musings. I’m glad to eat of your words a little this evening. I’ve been starving lately.
-M
This is beautiful in its musings. I’m glad to eat of your words a little this evening. I’ve been starving lately.
-M
24th Oct 2022 1:10pm
