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Hope is a terrible thing never to know
and a fucking bastard all around...

I'm really actually a happy girl

I had not thought

love

love and grief

grief

I had not thought

in youth

the two entwined

I did not want

one

now I live

seeped in a sorrow

not quite hidden in the half light

pushing out

the joy to surface

love's been little bit hard on me

no longer
angel of the morning, angel
no longer
goodbye goodluck girl
no more
electric demons breathing fire

You had a hold on me right from the start...

Nirvana et le petite morte
she'd reach, intense the touch
always too deep perhaps
though the surface dwelt
fire tactile and free
boundaries predetermined

This is not unlike the others yet
underlying there is a stillness
calm her heart beats
fire not but embers glowing

caged, her heart thrums
no bounds she knows
into the mouth of madness
toward the unknown falling.

"I say I don't love you, but you know I'm a liar" ~ The Pointer Sisters, Fire

Four weeks since July 31, 2017

la dolce vita

we stop to eat slowly

words and more words

laughter and more laughter

film forgotten on the big screen

not three feet away

relegated to the odd glance

until sleep beckons and flesh

is too tired to think after

hours lingering, touching, legs akimbo

hours of fingertips falling gently

living la dolce vita

she slips into the halflight

hand on slim hip spooning