After our fierce loving
in the brief time we found to be together,
you lay in the half light
exhausted, rich,
with your face turned sideways on the pillow
and I traced the exquisite
line of your profile, dark against the white,
delicate and lovely as a child's.
Perhaps
you will cease to love me.
or we may be consumed in the holocaust,
but I keep, against the ice and the fire,
the memory of your profile on the pillow.
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Masterful Write......
Beautiful methaphors about passion close and personal. My favorite line is :
"Perhaps
you will cease to love me.
or we may be consumed in the holocaust,"
Just stunning!
npvy
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I love this
Best line here:
"..exhausted, rich, .."
Paul
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