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his book of poetry
there was a book of poetry once
written only for me
by my soul mate
and he said look into my soul
for ten minutes
absorb every word as a kiss
every sentence as a thrust.
my heart ached so much
i threw up,
my tears ate up my pain
and I thought he conjured
up Keats and the romantics
like he always does
and gave me their memory
as a gift,
circa 1890.
Chapters progressed like
Pablo and Mathilda
my love erupted
and soaked my soul
with bliss. Lost continents
were found
upon our love.
years meant nothing
i may have never seen him
(almost once)
fate denied it,
he didn’t know about me
when he thought he did.
so i wrote a book
while he searched,
we missed each other by hours.
but his poetry
killed me
it struck my heart
and ripped it into
vines in a forest.
his love
and my name
on his lips
is tragic.
yet the most
beautiful world
we never discovered.
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Beautiful and Heart-wrenching, Christina. <3
Thank you x
” the most beautiful world we never discovered ” …bewitching dear Chrissy ! I couldn’t help but think of Poet Neruda ….your heart reminds me of his so sensual …hugs , megxxx
what a compliment i will keep that one close to my heart as Neruda is xx
thank you my love. it was a killer to write
Great piece
See you soon
Sheldon
Thank you
Stunning…
My pleasure.
words
imprisoned
with
pleasure
Thank you x
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thank you my friend. so humbled that you share my work with your followers. xx
So much exhilaration feeling!
Merci mille fois xx
Uh!! This is so good Chrissy! It reached in and grabbed at me- it pulls and that is powerful. Love your words xxx