To my loves each and every one
You sweet ghosts of potential
Diaphanous specters haunting me
With what could and will never be
I do not lust for thee
Shame on me how I lie so easily
But I am learning to lose that part
To scrape that side of my heart clean
Till desire is just a passing thing
Just a mid-summer night’s dream
That only belongs to my memory
To you all who inspired said passion
I am grateful not hateful nor jealous
Of what I will never have or touch
For now the idea of love is enough
To secure my solitude with poetic platitudes
The attitudes I give latitude to reign
And not be ashamed is a full blooming pain
Parceled out with partial bouts of pleasure
You frequent my fantastic dreams ***
Coming and going as you please
Please do not ignore or forget me
I promise that I understand
We are just woman and man
As friends
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
To my loves each and every one
You sweet ghosts of potential
Diaphanous specters haunting me
With what could and will never be
I do not lust for thee
Shame on me how I lie so easily
But I am learning to lose that part
To scrape that side of my heart clean
Till desire is just a passing thing
Just a mid-summer night’s dream
That only belongs to my memory
To you all who inspired said passion
I am grateful not hateful nor jealous
Of what I will never have or touch
For now the idea of love is enough
To secure my solitude with poetic platitudes
The attitudes I give latitude to reign
And not be ashamed is a full blooming pain
Parceled out with partial bouts of pleasure
You frequent my fantastic dreams ***
Coming and going as you please
Please do not ignore or forget me
I promise that I understand
We are just woman and man
As friends
