Monday 16 April 2012

15/30

When you are paired,
and settled,
and golden and light,

you will not have a word
for it.

They will pause, and approach,
they will touch and moan,
they will ignite

and you will look away.

How do you remember
your sparked beginning?
How do you ressurect
your love's every first?

The parking lots, the concerts,
the gentle farewell touches
that left you glowing,
the backseats that you ached for.

How do you unravel the envy
that wraps up your aching hips
your twitching heart,

because you had that, once.
You could not stand
to keep from holding one another.
Now you are lucky
if streetlamps ever see
that same abandon.

You dream
of an 'End of War' kiss.

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