Gone from me and you



My face abrasive against your skin

your thighs caress my fears,

you open up to let me in

but all I taste is tears.


All words dissolve but from this place,

this cradle which remains,

our love no longer full of grace

Its remnants merely stains.


So we must part away from this,

from things no longer true,

for all that once spoke with a kiss

Is gone from me and you.

◄ Oblivioni traditæ

Burning in and burning out ►


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Wolfgar Miere

Sat 11th May 2019 12:24

Thanks Tom,

I have been fortunate in love and passion.

Now that little bit older I sense it isn't so much the quantity of indulgence that satisfies, rather the knowledge that I have known love in my life.

Now In my more solitary existance that is of some comfort.

Though the sense of loss does not fade.


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Tom Harding

Fri 10th May 2019 12:16

Beautiful stuff, Leonard Cohen-esque

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Wolfgar Miere

Fri 10th May 2019 11:53

Thanks Stu.

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Stu Buck

Fri 10th May 2019 00:37

beautiful melancholy

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Wolfgar Miere

Thu 9th May 2019 11:42

Thanks for the positive comments folks..very much appreciated.

It is very nearly a love poem but is an absence of love poem I suppose.

I was born within five miles of Burns Cottage in Alloway, he was very popular in those parts during my boyhood. I have to say I was never really a big fan of his writing but quite liked his earthy farm-hand image. I'm not sure I see Burns in here, that is not to say he isn't though.

It seemed to me that the image of two people in particular positions of sexual passion resembled a cradling of sorts, a comforting loving embrace, almost mutual support...I'm rambling aloud now. So when that connection has gone what is left except the mere shape and stain of it.

Thanks again,


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Dorothy Webb

Thu 9th May 2019 07:23

Your poem is beautiful,

"just one kiss and then we'll sever" by Rabbie Burns was the first thing that i thought off when I read 'Gone from me and you'

Now I am stuck with that thought i shall have to go and read Burns again to find a reason for connecting the two.


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Jane Briganti

Thu 9th May 2019 04:10

Sad yet beautiful😌

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Wed 8th May 2019 22:18

Not quite a conventional love poem though it aches to be one. Regret is so powerful when screwed down this hard. Highly affecting writing, David, superbly expressed.


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Jason Bayliss

Wed 8th May 2019 22:07

That is beautifully put together, melancholy and lyrical.
I had to add you to my favourites.


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Mae Foreman

Wed 8th May 2019 21:49

Just beautiful 🎈
Thank you

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Wed 8th May 2019 21:17

Love this one! 🖤

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