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Monday, March 06, 2006

To An Almost Lover

To An Almost Lover
By Wren Fallon

We met blazing
With knowledge of each other
That we could not have.
Soul knowledge that no other has.
Passion drove us together
With volcanic intensity.
Hours passed like seconds.
Our lives changed.
We were ourselves in the truest sense of the world
Our souls were naked
And we were beautiful.
There was no other reality
Outside of the two of us.
Then intellect took over
Locked the passion in a trunk
Hid the key.
We could not take the responsibility
For making each others' decisions.
We wanted to be
Adult.
Rational.

Yet passions ranged in dreams,
Night sweats and day-mares.
We flew together in our sleep.
Clasped.
Bonded.
Woke up apart
But with each other's imprints on our bodies
And in our hearts.
No one has ever possessed me as completely as you have.
Our bond transcends time, space, and lifetimes.
We met so that we could acknowledge
We are both on this plane in this time.
Our "rationality" separates us in this life.
Our need for each other
Will force our honesty
And bring us together
In the future.
We cannot deny who we are.


Wren Fallon is a poet. She has neither a website nor a blog, and that’s the way she likes it.

2 Comments:

  • At 4:08 AM, Blogger urbanmonk said…

    Id like some feedback if your interested.. be as brutal as you like.. go to my profile, and click on Cookie cutter ducks blog, or feel free to critique any of my other blogs. They all seek to be creative...

     
  • At 11:52 AM, Blogger THE SCRIBE said…

    We can not deny who we are, this is so true. What's even more humbling, we never decided or constructed who we are, we just are. When we get older all we are are the decisions we make that only make sense to you..

     

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