The Undone years
Those were the undone years,the days of tears and laughter,
cupping the smooth cheek
hiccuping through laughter,
the soreness of rubbed tears
and hearing the sounds of shores
in the heady scent of breath on breath.
The undone, the lost and forgiven,
striving, living, lying in the curl of it all
where hands pressed sticky prints
and hints lay in expressions
marked impressions of future sins.
It was skin on skin, cleaving;
My undone years, the chafing times.
Sobrani mixed passion days with
Smirnoff kisses in iced cups;
noses pink and tips of ears exposed,
the wind blew and the frays of a scarf
blew like a chimera, an hallucinogen.
Laces tied, I was flying, riding the sky.
You told me lies and in truth I was undone.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2012-11-22 at 20:17
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