The Significance of Distress

An effective guise has been our shelter

for so long this has been our home

white wine nights are followed 

by comfortable coffee mornings

I wouldn't have it any other way

An erroneous decision

Audacious choices have decided our outcome

   truly better to have loved and lost?

Not if loss was avoidable

I am truly responsible for this stitch

My love was drained long before our beginnings

I could have been honest, still...

the fiery lust of your eyes

stern looks melt and morality is questioned

for your embrace absolute

This sentimental secret has us coy in public

we are close

nothing more than consorts

until our safe haven we enter

where I finally feel secure

would I have it any other way?

The mark has been made

and you are the significance of my distress

now a lucid memory

solace will come with time

until then

I will be housed in dissonance

Author's Note

All critiquing is appreciated.

Reviews

[Kristallo]

the fiery lust of your eyes
stern looks melt and morality is questioned
for your embrace absolute

This is wonderful composition, such a vivid portrayal of the lingering deluge of absorption that sticks to you long after a person has exited your life. There are so many lines you've expressed here with raw impact and lovely sentiment, "Solace will come in time, until then... I will be housed in dissonance." You are a remarkable writer, with a voice that haunts the reader, poignant and brimming with the gentlest sensitivity. There is nothing you could have done to make this a stronger write, it's immaculate exactly the way that it is.

[Sethnicity]

Fantastic! My sentiments exactly!
and oh how we package our big deal, blowing heart shaped lies for the mean while until the smoke meets resistance and withers off dissipate and beguile.
curse this tongue of mine that lust after licorice lips curse these eyes that keep searching even though my true love has been blinded by vile heartbreak and time not well spent and bent like iron cooled in Piss water! Damn My heart for reaching out for a filler when the truth of my hunger is for the healing of another past love lost in the wake of my living nightmare called a trail of dead end lovers and lustful fantasies

[Kristallo]

My sentiments exactly. Well, almost.