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Slow Dancing
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Slow Dancing |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines 
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Slow Dancing I tried to forget yesterday when pieces of love surrounded me in warmth, a halo of want and need. The pain of remembering bleeds me thin dreams me long into morning, its origin soon to be thirty three years ago. It was the perfect kiss, a fairy tale day, rose in hand, you by my side and a fire within. Rejection's been hard to take the hushed whisperings everywhere I go, the fallen teardrops silent as I dance alone remembering. I embrace my mind, floating the what ifs pushing back the pain, wanting to side step the now knowing time has run out. The insanity of it all, the undefined, the shutting down grips me in hold as I lean into words of weakness, punish myself with their flogging wondering if anyone will ever see the real me again, see me rise from the shadows and look time in the face, borrow its passion making it mine. I thought the power of love could push me forward, wake up my senses, link me to new. But confusion sways the balance, divides each syllable of pleasure needing to plea, wanting the assuredness that can never be. Don't worry about me. I could never escape myself. I wear my translucent colors for you wondering if you have the tools to see, to understand, to close the distance chancing me to a slow dance, once again. M "Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less." |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
WynterGal~ You have got some dynamic lines-of-thought in this pour~ *Huglets* for the beauty of the poetess within you~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
Bittersweet write nicely done.. the title reminded me of a rare b-side U2 wrote have to dig that up again.. |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Don't worry about me. I could never escape myself. I wear my translucent colors for you wondering if you have the tools to see, to understand, to close the distance chancing me to a slow dance, once again. This hurts, Maureen...yet it is beautiful writing.  Hugs  Ethel |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
yes Maureen . . . I lean into words of weakness, punish myself with their flogging wondering if anyone will ever see the real me again, we must stop this insanity . . . and I often wonder too if even I will see the real me again xxoo |
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