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The Profile on the Pillow

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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  • ennovy
    April 11

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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

  • paulcreates
    April 11
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    I love this

    Best line here:
    "..exhausted, rich, .."
    Paul