You gave me words.
So many they tumbled out of
our lips onto pages
cracked & broken,
disjointed & muddled;
birthed from our love.
Like this book filled
with brutal truths couched
in gorgeous poetry.
I read it every night
huddled in bed,
feeling the ache from your hurt heart
through the words of another man.
The book itself is so fragile
I fear it will crumble away in my
hands &
then the words will be lost
like petals bursting from
a soft, over-ripe flower.
Your words filled my mouth like
your sex
& I
sang for you of
moonless nights & the call of the water.
When gone;
only words remain
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'feeling the ache from your hurt heart
through the words of another man.
The book itself is so fragile
I fear it will crumble away in my
hands &
then the words will be lost
like petals bursting from
a soft, over-ripe flower.'
(only words remain, so depressingly true..)
this reads so much like Ezra Pounds
'the exile's letter' (translated from Li Bai in Cathay)
the last few lines in that poems reads:
'It is like the flowers falling at spring’s end,
Confused, whirled in a tangle.
What is the use of talking? And there is no end of talking—
There is no end of things in the heart.'
Ah that poem is so beautiful: 'there was nothing at cross-purpose; and they made nothing of sea-crossing or of mountain-crossing...'
Grrrrr! You keep coming up with litrle masterpieces! Faved
❤❤❤
"I sang for you
of moonless nights
and the call of the water.
When gone
only words remain"
And what fine words you have found in your heart to compose this second to none poetry.
The few lines of yours i have captured above evoke such romantic loss and yearning.
Thank you. I think when we lose someone we sometimes forget what we have gained. All the things they have given us that are so important and we would wish only for them to know this
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