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Saturday 25 July 2009

16

Your love, you said
was fatal
it engulfed its recipients,
sucked them in.
Your passion, you said
was furious
a tempest,
with static electric fingertips.
Your lust, you said
was intoxicating
the dependable trickster
left them in ruins.
My lust, I said
was bottle bred
my passion, I said
was momentary.
But my love, I said
was you


© 2009 Florence Challender

2 comments:

  1. I like this, thank you for sharing

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  2. Your poems are really good. Every choice of words, just perfect. Very emotional, very volatile poem

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