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Array ( [sid] => 155556 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => tenderly. [time] => 2009-12-02 11:29:06 [hometext] => Can one forgive the person they begrudgingly still love after so much silence? [bodytext] =>




I am reminded of you in my loneliest hour -


soul clenched tight behind
lips that burn

to kiss, to devour,


and even in this wretched twilight
I love you as I loved you before,
when you were neither smoke nor dream,


yet forever untouchable.










The moon lay wounded in the cross of your arms that night.


I remained as still as a funeral flower
watching from the soil that never touched you,
silent with my grief, and yet
smiling as you became moonlight.


No longer the fruit to your hunger,
I lay on my side in hopes that you would hold me,
if only for a moment,
not as the frail, but as the woman
that loved you more than sorrow.










The night drips into my hands
like the saddest song,
and I think of you.



I cannot outrun it.

You stain everything with your phantom flowers,
the same sweetness flowing over me as it did before,
the same unforgiving ache creating
the same ruins.



How can I remain silent when your hands search for me
with that broken tenderness I know so well?


How can I forgive the wounds you inflicted?

the cold absence you gave me?

the agony of still longing for you?







Darling, how can I not love you in this darkness?









[comments] => 1 [counter] => 248 [topic] => 75 [informant] => FleurdeSang [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
tenderly.

Contributed by FleurdeSang on Wednesday, 2nd December 2009 @ 11:29:06 AM in AEST
Topic: anguished








I am reminded of you in my loneliest hour -


soul clenched tight behind
lips that burn

to kiss, to devour,


and even in this wretched twilight
I love you as I loved you before,
when you were neither smoke nor dream,


yet forever untouchable.










The moon lay wounded in the cross of your arms that night.


I remained as still as a funeral flower
watching from the soil that never touched you,
silent with my grief, and yet
smiling as you became moonlight.


No longer the fruit to your hunger,
I lay on my side in hopes that you would hold me,
if only for a moment,
not as the frail, but as the woman
that loved you more than sorrow.










The night drips into my hands
like the saddest song,
and I think of you.



I cannot outrun it.

You stain everything with your phantom flowers,
the same sweetness flowing over me as it did before,
the same unforgiving ache creating
the same ruins.



How can I remain silent when your hands search for me
with that broken tenderness I know so well?


How can I forgive the wounds you inflicted?

the cold absence you gave me?

the agony of still longing for you?







Darling, how can I not love you in this darkness?













Copyright © FleurdeSang ... [ 2009-12-02 11:29:06]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: tenderly. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 3rd December 2009 @ 06:51:54 AM AEST
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Oh Stephy how excruciating. My sweet girl, this engulfs the heart and
slowly kills each beat with a beautiful drowning of emotion. How desperate
we become when the moon and anguish mate. One wonders how the soul
can possibly survive. Your work is always so beautifully inexplicable and
provocative.

This is glorious, sweets. Anyone who has ever been affected
by the moon and/or love cannot help but be moved. Superb!



~ Breezy




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