Limerence

Neville

Limerence

 

I no longer want to be

the object you desire and shall therefore

drink accordingly to my calculated return to obscurity …

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 21st, 2021 00:15
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  • Goldfinch60

    That obscurity will arise in due time Neville.

    Andy

    • Neville



      Not too soon tho' I hope, we got Sunday lunch booked ........................ cheers Andy 🙂

    • orchidee

      *Looks up Limerence, and swoons - a bit anyway!*

      • Neville



        anyway will always do nicely .. thank you Mr. O 🙂

      • Fay Slimm.

        And that's obsessive infatuation to an absolute tee Nev - - choosing obscurity however is a bit drastic methinks. Another impressive three-liner............x

        • Neville



          I have been a victim to this twice to date & both times the fixation lasted just over two years .. thanks for being so bloomin understanding Fay ...................................... x

        • Doggerel Dave

          Been there, both sides at different times…..did not enjoy either: inability to concentrate on study and exams on one side, a terrifying responsibility on the other – both, thankfully a long time ago…Who says age doesn’t have its merits….?
          One side at least beautifully encapsulated there, Nev.

          • Neville



            Phew, good to know I aint the only one ............................ cheers Dave .. 🙂

          • Accidental Poet

            You do what you gotta do N.

            • Neville



              tis dun n dusted ta ........................................ 🙂

            • Dove

              Oh my , you musta been a hottie! Oh, I hope you had an escape patch , lol

              • Neville



                I was once .. ta my Dove 🙂

              • L. B. Mek

                see, we all crave that validation of attention
                until we get it, on tap and we leave it running
                just to test its reserves
                while coveting all those other flavour delicacies
                till, that day comes
                and we realise, the well's run dry
                then even those untried flavours, start to come
                with a lingering aftertaste, that we just can't shake
                not knowing, we're the ones
                that's spoilt our taste buds
                with all that: festering guilt...
                (maybe took this somewhere else?) lol
                another witty shorty, with layers
                thanks for sharing, dear poet

                • Neville



                  just goes to show .. even some onions have more layers than others .................... cheers L.B .. N



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