Just crystals breaking
on an ancient floor,
just sounds of lust
still present somewhere,
echoes of a love story
narrated by old shadows,
names gained and lost,
dying roses in stale water,
witnesses in a vase-
Just an episode in a book,
words already fading,
still scented with sex,
Just a fierce passion
refusing to die calmy
among broken glasses..
Submitted: November 15, 2022
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Fantastic use of imagery, here. Great metaphor. You've really got it, girl.
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Ailsa McNair
Your poetry is vivid, succulent, beautifully scented with haunting emotions - rather touching really.
Tue, November 22nd, 2022 10:07pmAuthor
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Wow, dear Harriet, thank you so much! Love, Lizzie.
Tue, November 22nd, 2022 4:29pm