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If we had made it
Beyond the fleeting few days
Like a lightly scented cool breeze
Initial euphoria, strong like whiskey
Down a gullet used to wine
Pale rose,
Where we breathed in love
Lost in clouds, white and serene
Like your brown brow, uncreased and smooth
If we had made it beyond those days
We would have broken up by now
And have been breaking in
New faces.
Break em in sweetheart!
I like the way your brief infatuation is described in an intoxicating manner, your usual wine turned into a fiercer heavy spirit, almost brutal!
You're looking back at a hangover and looking forward to the next with nought a care?
Always enjoy unravelling your thoughts.
Graham
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Cynthia Buell Thomas
Thu 5th Nov 2015 20:05
I like the strength of your ruthlessness. For me, it seems like falling upon the sword before the sword is wielded against you, a death wish either way. It is very compelling, and always wrapped in fluent, evocative imagery. Keep writing.