maybe we

parted
these lips
so many years

I begged for
giving

so touch me again
if you will

but don't ask me
to feel
life in your lips

I've looked so long
my eyes walk tired

soul drained
so foreign,
your touch
tortured confinement

so long
feeling disallowed

I'm not so sure
we can happen
now

Reviews

[OBWhiteHawk]

I've looked so long
my eyes walk tired

What a stunning imagery/description/sensastion just in those two lines, the rest of the poem is graxy, man.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Another relatable piece... It begs the question, why must things die? Why must all great stories have an ending? I say screw the rules, there is no ending--rage against the dying of the light, my friend :)

So, as for your piece...brilliant, as always. I feel your words underneath my skin when I read them; as if them are charged with electrical emotion. You have such a talent for being true to your nature as a poet. That which is confined cannot fly, that which is flying cannot be confined. Beautifully done.

[Cool Handless Luke]

i am soooooo there my friend. 3rd and 4th ribs - insert knife here. well done.

[gabrielle]

With so few words, this piece made me think of different scenarios on why the last stanza had to be that way. Cleverly penned.

[Tree]

Chem you killed me with this, great write. That last stanza broke
this reader's back.

[ChemicalMadness]

Thank you so much, Diego!

[ChemicalMadness]

I wish you were still here, my friend.