Eyes that burn me

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by dampcottonclouds, Jan 22, 2008.

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  1. dampcottonclouds

    dampcottonclouds New Member

    She has eyes that burn me.
    Her words cleanse me.
    Reality is nothing new.
    Nor is it real.
    In a desperate attempt to be pure.
    We can only save ourselves,
    Through one another.
    I read her book that summer.
    Now the winter is colder than before.
    Without those long evenings of lust.
    And for the first time, in what seems forever.
    I was more honest than ever.
    Now our love lies on a telephone line.
    And in a visit a few times a year.
    I consume myself once more.
    Diving into a beauty greater than Art.
    Being absorbed.
    By her eyes that burn me.
  2. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Alumni SF Supporter

    scary poem,
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