The End Of Love

...it still haunts.....

THE END OF LOVE

For too long I wanted love,

To love, to be in love,

Even for someone to love me.

Oh, I dreamed of lips

Flavored lips of

Cinnamon

Vanilla

Jasmine

And butterscotch.

Of tasting them

In early morning light

Or as midnight blue,

Even playfully

In the middle of the day.

I once dreamt of the sweet

Scent of sex

On a beach

Covered in moonlight sands.

A sexual scent

Sprinkled slightly

With coconut palms

And coral green.

But no more.

~~~

I don’t want your touch,

Your warmth

Or even see your smile

And giggling laugh.

Sometimes I just want

To be the sound no one hears;

The echo found 

In the silence of

The deep woods;

The shadow as it

Slips and falls in darkness.

It is ugly where I live

And I embrace it.

All of it.

~~redzone 9.21.05 

Author's Note

Thanks for reading...

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Gah you're killing me Curt, this is so utterly bittersweet, I'm brought to tears, nothing worse than the dying of love, it takes your spirit along with...last stanza cuts deep, before that I was enchanted in jasmine, and cinnamon, not to mention the 'sweet scent of sex on a beach' OH MY....how could one put those moonlit sands behind without shedding a gazillion tears....sigh. My favorite Seal song too...just adds to the sadness. xo

[redzone]

That's how i usually feel after reading many of your poems Frieda. But you express it much better. Mind if i copy and paste yo,ur review and give it as my review??!! HA. But there is something worse, the loneliness of never finding love again .

[Pryde Foltz]

I don’t want your touch,
Your warmth
Or even see your smile
And giggling laugh.
Sometimes I just want
To be the sound no one hears;
The echo found
In the silence of
The deep woods;
The shadow as it
Slips and falls in darkness.
It is ugly where I live
And I embrace it.
All of it.

I am working on some poems in honour of the Tao … the Way … you are on your way. I know this is a dark poem but there is magic here too.

[Wórdsmíth]

Emotions of your heart are well depicted into the shades of such words. Loved the title either. Many times the come dream true, so .. many times, they don`t ... but we shouldn`t stop dreaming cos, we don`t use .. what dream can be true ..the next moment. Nice imagery.

[Lydia Shutter]

Curt, The emotion in this poem has blown me away! I am walking in moonlight sands that are sprinkled with the bittersweet shadows the second stanza is wrapped in. Indeed, there are times in life we want to be hidden away with nothing but darkness and silent sounds. We want to be haunted by what once was because it is almost a comfort to be pulled into the depths of the feelings. So much more than a "nice" poem, my friend. One of your best. Your emotions splattered on the page for all to peruse. Lydi**

[Dorset John]

This 'rings a bell,' as we say, with me.
I like this work.