Texere

and I think I fell out of love with you,

the strangest. That kind of confusion where, 

imaginations remain but lustful hoping ceases

and no longer do you remain. no I'm not saying 

I don't love the way you make me feel, but I see

too far past it all - where needing is no more. 

Find liberation in dance, a release running rife,

a flaming dragon, controls, within my body,

heated skin trembles, where

chills shiver down their spines. 

there's that look on her face, over there,

she won't come easily, a mystery captivating only

too often, each moment,

freedom found in unravelled confusion.   

Reviews

[Stacey Watts]

this was a nicely done piece. The imagery and the words flowed well. It is hard sometimes to realize that you are no longer "in love" with a person. Although you may love them it is still never quite the same.