Neville

Bruises

Bruises  

 

Although she wears them now  

Discreetly  

Beneath the black lace and her   

Ray Ban's  

Each one of them might  

Tell a story   

Of lust, of longing and of journeys    

 

Oh' yes ..    

 

Those famous black grape   

Blue contusions  

Surely   

The sweetest of all solemn bruises   

Just waiting to be  

Found by new and curious disciples  

Who each  

In turn and time might well one day

Become .. if chosen   

Sincere and the most considerate of lovers ... 

 

Comments7

  • Goldfinch60

    Very emotive write Neville, nobody should hurt anybody else.

    Andy

    • Neville


      I wholly concur with that sentiment and I thank you kindly Andy my friend ....
      ... Neville

    • Fay Slimm.

      A most moving write that stirs the heart Nev........... bruises leave scars despite trying to hide them........x

      • Neville



        Bless ya Fay... I’m covered in em ...

      • orchidee

        Did this poem disappear yesterday?!

        • Neville



          .................................................... something quite like it :)

        • orchidee

          Did this poem disappear yesterday?!

        • jarcher54

          Covered in them eh? That explains the sunglasses and folded arms! Some of the worst bruises don't show on the skin of course. But they still get covered up don't they.

          • Neville



            ... sadly they do and truly .. thank you kindly for noticing ... all good things,

            Neville

          • Romantic Bloom

            Well written! Harsh realities laced with a bit
            Of femininity and hopes!

            Tis really sad, women have to endure
            Red Black and Blue marks!

            • Neville



              Thank you RB and truly .. bloomin write ya are tooly .... x

            • MendedFences27

              Wow, such deviant love, or abuse, but here seems a mutual endeavor, yet there appears to be no permanence in any of her relationships. "Sincere and the most considerate of lovers," surely are hard to find. (maybe not.) A shaded poem from the darker side of love were we all fear to tread. Such desire for pain, to me, spells a twisted mentality, and yet for sure it exists. You have gently brought it out into the open. A terrific write on a most dark subject. - Phil A.

              • Neville



                What can I say except for thanks a billion MF27 ... deviant love dont get the recognition I think it deserves... so thanks again for the plug ...... N :)



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