A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery. |
Homogenized Memory Of Love ...another life, while I reminisce, pine for the origins of our story... homogenized, expression stales the longer each verse regales the elements of a story that can't get any better. with age, with time, we want to top it, sweeten the thing we sucked the life out of. what's wrong with origins, what's real and what we can accept as truth? i said that i loved you, but the longer we linger, the longer we stale, having sucked you dry. we could lie naked by virgin rivers flowing, wade into that surf of moon-glow love, eaten and stung by regret and pain. it will never be the same, again. clothed at the side of your bed, words fail inspiration, a true story to tell you about my love. i see you're dressed, too. you'll dance again with another man, another life, while i reminisce, pine for the origins of a true love story. 24 lines freeflowingverse 6.13.21 3.28.21 minor edits I'm a better lover than any man she can imagine; she'll be back again... Listening to Cannons and thinking about Sade, when I ached for true love's origin story. Added last lines in italic to open poem, set mood to see if this intro would help or hurt overall intent. |