Cynthia

Oh the places we won't go, like post dated postcards with fictional photographs of you and I laughing lovers caught up in this moment now mourn this trysts annulment The fading hue of I to you crashing closer to memory are the full blown passion ploys and blissful near misses ...the only places I may recall you fondly ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Once upon a never you gazed dreamy laughed freely kissed deeply and made love sweetly ...no not sweetly, but dirty discreetly the pure erotic world all yours behind closed doors engrossed in post-coital pillow reminiscing Moving past the altitude of fickle courting, began the rouse singing blandly rehearsed tunes to retreating corners licking wounds For confrontation is where you thrive while in misplaced ire my interest dies beauty morphs horrid in this beholders eyes as your idiocyncrasies I now despise ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I may think this time was lost but I say it's worth noting, my pen has always moved the most between the loving and the loathing... **Inspired by John Heck's "Gauntlet" contest!!