In the illusion of moments ,
your face ,that I already confuse,
emerges from the intensity
of a dormant reverie...
These few lines from a poem
I wrote in pastel shadows
And whose seasons has charmed you...
We love each other to the scents
of an indian summer ,
before the hues of rust mingled,
settling on desire
and disolving the fragile colors
in the promise box ...
ecstasy always dies
before reaching the snows
of tomorrow ...
Do you remember
that wise little cup of coffee
we used to enjoy
at the university café
after this sensual fluid ?
Our eucharist
made of biterness
and regret for sin ...
Our empty mugs
fell asleep in the winter
of the Ottawa river ...
You were going to leave .
In a setting of dead lips .
You left .
Or it's probably me who stayed ...
pretending to expect
someone for dinner ...
Why lie to life ?
Murmuring a few more words
in my notebook .
Drawing the unique curves
that awaited me next spring ...
But in the arms of this sketch
I still belong only to you .
Just cat's love
from reef to roof
in a crazy almodovar scenario...
We'll never sleep alone .
The indian summer's cadaver
always smiling in our dreams...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
A poem that to me is nostalgic and melancholic it speaks of times past and love that has drifted. Very nicely written Lovenz
Is there a memory of a unique love in other arms ?
In this world , often strangers meet and they get lost in unknown paths , but they always return in our memories.
A great nostalgic poem.
Heart touching !
We so often lose ourselves on paths that are all too familiar ...
Love has no destination, only zig zag path full of thorns.
Love is a child of Bohemia !
Yes. Lovely line !
Are you fluent in French ?.
That"s my mother language !
A sincere text that carries autumn melancholy, wrapped in the scents and flavors of memory.
Lyrical and profoundly touching.
There is a gentle autumn sun in all thing coming to end..
The poem explores the complexities of love, memory, and longing, highlighting the interplay between past experiences and present emotions. It delves into the bittersweet nature of relationships that are marked by both affection and regret, evoking a sense of nostalgia and the inevitability of change.
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