Dust And Cobwebs

 

Th

The shine had worn from our auras

      Where once the sun looked into our eyes

we began to look into a sky of darkness

I shudder in remembering...

how sharp the pain was from our turbulent past  

 

Our touches tendered only by habit

withered in a state of unrest

Our flesh- once a burning flame

with lusting mouths thirsty with desire

that  darkened - dying from kiss to kiss  

 

No longer... were there intimate hungers

We were seduced by the flame...

But once again...

we felt the pain of truth

and all the broken promises we made

 

Our love became like the seasons...

it did not stay... it quickly slipped away

I think if you had loved me when I needed you

quietly, tenderly...

Who knows

Who really knows?

 

Now- we're like cobwebs hanging in corners

of lonely, empty rooms

Nothing left - but dry earth on a well traveled road

walked over by lovers before - lovers after

following where our feet once tread

 stirring up dust of old memories... stirring up memories of us

By anne p murray

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Those lovely memories are stirred along with the dust of the past, the burning flame of unrest, the intimate hungers of souls. Pomises are made and seasons pass to be kept...A wonderful poem...:)..............

[anne p. murray- LadeeAnne]

Hello old friend. Thank you Sami

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...Any time old friend...:)................