She,
held her self still.
And I,
recalling her face yet-
that with my mouth
I forced the enquiry,
and argued the pressing
to her lips.
Like those wants
of wishes sated,
we had with marbled hurt
turned one back
against the other.
And now
that was forever
-like the past-
both of us
going nowhere,
always.
Tommy, this is really good. I didn't say anything before until I had time to read it many times. For me, the tone is bleak, but not self-indulgent. 'marbled hurt' is quite unusual, offering many possibilities. 'wants of wishes sated' is also a twist of ideas, provoking thought. Separating 'her' and 'self' in the title is subtle yet strong.
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<Deleted User> (8394)
Wed 14th Jul 2010 09:35
Wow!