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Wanting some Nothing

Wasn't meant to be mine...
Or yours, or his
There was none to give

Foolishly longing for what I'd never...
you'd never... we would never be
How so vibrant yet empty?
 Compassionate, heartless, evil angel
A lovely beautifully vile
  Charismatic killjoy, a selfish philanthropist

A gripping lesson in bittersweet taste test...
 This vintage is superb...a velvet mouth feel
Supple body...long legs...sweet kurant and spice on the front
  But then tannins tartly dry the tongue
Robbing moisture with overpowering acidity
  Dropping my glass, cursing the Vintner...

That I knew and wanted, leaves me a fool
Masochisticly chasing a trail of footprints
  ...Dissipating as the tide washed away any trace
She walked backwards inviting with a curled finger
   wicked smile daring my passion,
                            tempting my attraction

I knew this game, vaguely familiar
 Couldn't place the relevance in my memory
And still I my footprints vanished behind me
With that girl following them hurt and confused...


Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Date: 5/16/2009 7:53:00 PM
Let me just apologize for not seeing this sooner. This is just a thrilling piece here, the girl that everyone desires and no one gets. How women like this can provoke a man twirling in the wind. EXCELLENT Steve.
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Date: 3/4/2009 6:21:00 PM
This is a bold piece, daring and full of life. It tells the senses one endures while temptation attempts to lure. Your readers can feel the subjets dilemma as if it were their own and the seductress here plays the game so well, tempting and teasing yet not offering anything guaranteed. Well written. Thank you for sharing would lend itself nicely to a novel. Smiles from Lolita
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Date: 3/1/2009 8:16:00 PM
Ohh gosh I love this title. "A gripping lesson in bittersweet tast test" so many lines so beautiful and easily seen and felt. Great job Al,,ha I stopped myself...I want points for that!
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Date: 3/1/2009 7:41:00 PM
?.......? Lucinda....what the hell are you talking about?!!! I don't know you....I've never written a poem to you or for you...I don't know how I could insult you or screw with you head?! If you found some common thread between what I've written and your life it's a COINCEDENCE. Im sorry that you are confused.
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Date: 3/1/2009 6:27:00 PM
Ah... the chaser>me>runner game? The images and metaphors in this poem are really amazing, Steve.
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