Liquid nights where they arranged
to meet and got drunk on wine
that made her blush and him
wonder.
She wanted to be seduced
He wanted to play master.
Those were the years they fell
in love, and bodies and tongues
touched, and they neglected
the garden and the blossoming
truth.
Now they sit by roses, but with
a different view. no longer under
the spell of Keats or moonlit
paths to sweet oblivion.
Now she only imagine his
burnt branding touch.
And he only remembers her
sting. the pull of disaster
desired, then spent.
-Tosha Michelle
Very lovely Tosha!
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Thank you so much
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Sad, but such could be the outcome of a relationship fueled by alcohol! Beautifully worded!
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Thanks. That’s why never drink. Ha ha
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Me neither!
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Yay! A new fix. Such sad longing here. You’re a true artisan of human emotion.
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Thanks so much. 😊
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Welcome as always.
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You have such range 🙂
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Aww thanks
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Beautiful writing and a bit tragic I think at the end, or at least incredibly sad. Moving words,
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Thanks so much
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This is one of my favorites.
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Thanks xx
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Reblogged this on wwwpalfitness.
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Thanks!
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You’re welcome
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You’re welcome Tosha
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So hauntingly sad…so well said. X
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Thanks cocktail
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True beauty and poetically moving. My favorite poem by you. 🙂
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Aww thanks so much
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You are welcome my friend. 🙂
Missed you. It’s been awhile. What have you been up to?
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This and that. Going to the UK on Saturday so will be off the grid for a couple of weeks. Missed you too
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You came into my mind yesterday and then Liked one of my posts today and so I appear, like a genie to say:
You got a couple of typos here. 🙂
line 1 – gor should be got
line 5 – seduce should be seduced
What else are friends for? 😀
Apart from that – another wonderful example of your particular brand of bitter-sweet-longing – well done.
Loves – Robert.
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Thank you. Hope you are well and using all those weird Yorkshire expression. Heading to your country on Sat
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Aye, lass I am – there’s nowt wrong wi’ Yorkshire folk. You heading past York at any point? 🙂
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I think so. My friend Christina wants to go there
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I’d be honoured to be your guide and helper should you need anything. I work for chocolate. 🙂 Alternatively – maybe we could meet up for a drink of some persuasion – your time allowing. Oh please say yes, Tosha – it would be lovely to meet you. 🙂
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I’ll do my best. If you don’t mind shoot me an email please.
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Will do, Tosha. I’ll do that when I get home – I’m in Sheffield at the moment – land of my birth and all of that. 🙂
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Amazing poetry dear friend. Need, yearning and wish. Deep well for the writer.
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❤️
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Please read the amazing poetry of a talented writer.
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So kind. Thank you
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You are welcme deat Tosha.
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A nice seductive write Tosha! Lovely😊
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Thank you
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I too write here if you would wanna see😊😊
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Wow, raw and emotional.
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❤️❤️❤️
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