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The lines that contain her face Turn to smoke And gently float To mix with the sky and disappear. While delicious scent, The sweet perfume of her breath And her tussled hair Grows lighter and softer and paler til gone. The sweetest taste I’ve known, That of her laughing kiss, Is now replaced with dry cracked lips Who reminisce Of a darting dancing passionate tongue. Her dark eyes blur, her shining smile fades, My memories drift to old love letters on yellowed pages, Where yearning prose once begged and borrowed And hopeful hearts dreamed of tomorrow. I watch my hands grow old and lined Forgetting now what laid beneath When press to silk or bare skin shared While shoulders touched and travels fared. But as strong as ever remains behind The beating in my chest, The muscles on my face That produce a fleshy smile, The worn out insides of my eyelids Where I search for her As I tumble into the canyons of sleep, And wait for her face, her scent, her eyes, her kiss To keep me until daylight’s break.
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Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 10:26 AM UTC
The Lines that Contain her Face
The lines that contain her face Turn to smoke And gently float To mix with the sky and disappear. While delicious scent, The sweet perfume of her breath And her tussled hair Grows lighter and softer and paler til gone. The sweetest taste I’ve known, That of her laughing kiss, Is now replaced with dry cracked lips Who reminisce Of a darting dancing passionate tongue. Her dark eyes blur, her shining smile fades, My memories drift to old love letters on yellowed pages, Where yearning prose once begged and borrowed And hopeful hearts dreamed of tomorrow. I watch my hands grow old and lined Forgetting now what laid beneath When press to silk or bare skin shared While shoulders touched and travels fared. But as strong as ever remains behind The beating in my chest, The muscles on my face That produce a fleshy smile, The worn out insides of my eyelids Where I search for her As I tumble into the canyons of sleep, And wait for her face, her scent, her eyes, her kiss To keep me until daylight’s break.
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Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 10:26 AM UTC
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