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remembering you

Member since 2002 · Posted 11 Jul 2002 · 5 comments

i want to go to bed tonight and dream of hot summer the moon's white light feel your skin and taste your sweat the best of you i haven't seen yet and i never will i'm afraid, love you're gone forever and the willows weep this cold rain doesn't wash away humid kisses, wet hands, clinging memories, and words unsaid

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[8] pkdrunner 11-Jul-02/8:41 PM Reply

i like the atmosphere you have created...i wonder is there a way to convey how you got so close but not close enough? Is the regret that you convey so well just the result of a chance death or decisions made?

[n/a] sapphire_rain7 12-Jul-02/9:39 PM Reply

in love, you never seem to get close enough. especially when the one you love is so evasive. there was always stuff below the surface i could never quite reach. and because of that i made several huge mistakes. love is definently a double edged sword.

[7] itchiwitch 13-Jul-02/4:19 PM Reply

You capture love in all its complexity so well.

[7] god'swife 5-Sep-02/9:24 AM Reply

"and the willows weep/this cold rain/doesn't wash away" Always good when a middle line pertains to both what preceeds and what proceeds. Sexy poem.

[9] Heather Dee 17-Sep-05/3:36 PM Reply

I think this is rather good!