Memories

I truly enjoyed this piece, Iris.  I love the finishing lines, as well. Imaginative & so well-written! :)

Carlene

Hm, I just realized that I had only written one reply for two commentators. That's no how it works here, I think. So I'd like to thank your for your comment, Carlene, for those really encouraging words!
I.

It must be in the air... this poem spoke to a feeling I've been wrestling with. I like the way you wrote it, Chiyo. Nice!

Thanks a lot for your lovely words! I wasn't sure anymore if my words had been able to carry the tenor of what I wanted to express. I'm glad you enjoyed it!

Sort of reminds me of the U2 song, "With Or Without You."

Hi Jazzmanor! Sounds a bit more subtle than my poem :-). Thanks for reminding me of that song!
I.

"My hands are tied
My body bruised, she's got me with
Nothing to win and
Nothing left to lose

And you give yourself away
And you give yourself away
And you give
And you give
And you give yourself away"

Maybe it is just me but that doesn't seem subtle...

Maybe it's not just you or me but our different perspective? Self experience tends to be less subtle for oneself than "just" a song. Maybe it's that. I appreciate your interest.

Like the portrayal of bruises as a mark not of inflicted hate but of passionately expressed love.  The narrator sounds like she enjoys energetic romps.

Thank you for your nice comment, Solomon_Song! The narrator certainly does not like pure violence :-).  
I.

I enjoyed reading this. Does he know about the bruise?

I'm glad you enjoyed it! I much appreciate your comment.  
 - No, he doesn't. Otherwise he would be terribly sorry.

Love it;)

Thank you, jaspersilence. I much appreciate your comment as well as I love your poems!

At the height of passion, sometimes it hurts so good.

Exactly, thanks for understanding and feeling the same way.
Chi