Open Poetry #48 |
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Love is fire, life is a forge. |
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Pweisbrod Junior Member
since 2011-10-14
Posts 27 |
Sometimes, The past drifts up in my mind, a candle-powered hot air balloon And I remember the twisting of our bodies like two people melded together in something awful: a plane crash or car accident. Only beautiful. Only rhythmic. Sometimes, I can still taste your mouth smoke and ash back then, cigarettes on the wind only human now, that you've broken the habit but still you tasted wonderful and always I hungered more for you, only your flavor could sate me. Sometimes, I think of the way our love was so physical, requiring strength and desire tempered like a sword by the heat, by the hammering. And I smile and reach for you. [This message has been edited by Pweisbrod (10-31-2012 12:03 AM).] |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I like this, you used some different thought patterns to describe how the physical relationship affected you. Interesting and well done. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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Pweisbrod Junior Member
since 2011-10-14
Posts 27 |
Thank you, Jerry! |
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Victoria![]()
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
The past drifts up in my mind, a candle-powered hot air balloon Enjoyed your thoughts. ~Victoria~ "If music be the food of love, play on." (William Shakespeare) |
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Krawdad Member Elite
since 2001-01-03
Posts 2597 |
I would agree - these are good lines: "The past drifts up in my mind, a candle-powered hot air balloon" |
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Pweisbrod Junior Member
since 2011-10-14
Posts 27 |
Thank you both. |
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