HOW CAN I FORGET

love in the wild

How Can I Forget

 

As we betroth each other’s eyes

His, the color of storm clouds

Mine, the color of the deep sea

I regret to inform him

That we cannot meet again

 

I notice the redness and moisture

In those ample, sexy eyes

Though he is despondent

As I justify my posture

His shoulders droop, fine lips wilt, face squanders color

 

Our stellar affair is a fulfilled fantasy

Each eve, we would meet under the old oak tree

Nearby to the entrance of the forest

the moon, not always full

we appear as resplendent shadows

 

Our sensual moments

Graceful and sweet

Like the scent of the honeysuckle bushes

Our titillating spells

Electric, ravishing flashes

Of pure desire

 

How can I forget those wanted episodes of impulsive envy?

Nights at rest, as we notice falling stars, the slight din

Of the oak leaves swaying

A random bird song

Our eyelashes flutter as the breeze kicks up

 

All these wonders fasten to my soul

Will befit memories

As I return to my husband and our despondent

Marriage of twenty years

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading!

Reviews

[Bliss in Sorrow]

Hey Betty , this is very emotional poem and I loved how beautifully you have penned down your emotions here. Hope the sadness vanishes and you are in a happy space soon. I enjoyed reading it.
Best wishes, Palak 😊

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you for your fine review!
Best, B

[cheyenne s garcia]

Brings a soft tear to my eye. How lovely you spoke! Well written and overall beautiful!

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you for your review Cheyenne!

[Fran Marie]

A Kiss, a sigh a sweet goodbye
and a romantic affair must come
to an end ..a poignant poem so
well written in fine descriptives
after the elation of one new love
only to return to dullness of a
twenty year marriage .

Nice work

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you Fran for a lovely review!
Best, B

[Chris Shaw]

Partings can be hell, and I felt this here Betty. An affair which gave so much, must end. What a wrench to return to the mundane after the height of romantic excitement. Poignant when all that is left are memories.

Chris

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you dear Chris, for a lovely review!
Best, B

[W. Barrett Munn]

The best line: all these wonders fasten to my soul. Metaphor most marvelous.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you so much, appreciated....
Best, Betty

[Vertigo Cat1111]

This poem is emotional and hits all the right spots. You can feel the longing and reminiscing, the need and yearn for embrace and attention. Your words are clear but beautiful with brilliant metaphors and every stanza is as great as the last. The ending of such an intense and long romantic is always heartbreaking in very, very sad way that’s hard to explain. A way some people don’t understand how gut wrenching it is. Thank you so much for sharing.

[Betty Hermelee]

Such an amazing review, I love it! yes, romance isn't always easy.....Best to you,
B.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Betty... It is in our Nature to seek Shelter... when days are lonely and we seem to wither like an Old Book on a Shelf. You have expressed the Cooing of Doves when Life needs the Warmth of an Embrace. Be blessed... tenderly, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you, a sweet reply
Best to you, B

[Nima.Hope]

Your poem made me emotional very much. I hope your sadness will soften during the time.
Thanks for sharing it.
Nima

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you for stopping by Nima, and reviewing my poem!
Best, Betty

[Nima.Hope]

My pleasure Betty.

[John the Baptist]

Sensuous and sad, this one. The speaker describes with moving imagery the end of an affair that became a full blown romance. She has come to term with the fact that it cannot go on and she must return to her unsatisfactory marriage. She must be satisfied with memories, but apparently that is better than the negatives that would attend continuation. Can't have everything, I guess.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thanks you for your thoughtful review John.
Best, B

[Coyote Poetry]

I the complete poem dear Betty.
"How can I forget those wanted episodes of impulsive envy?
Nights at rest, as we notice falling stars, the slight din
Of the oak leaves swaying
A random bird song
Our eyelashes flutter as the breeze kicks up"
The above lines. I loved. When we stay with someone for many years. The eyes of love become different. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Betty Hermelee]

A very thoughtful review John, much appreciated.
Best, B.

[Coyote Poetry]

Always my pleasure and you are welcome dear Betty.