Monday, March 22, 2010
Our Last Dance
Locked in your arms,
My heart, a great stallion,
gazing glassily into yours,
how I wished I could cry.
wrapped in your arms,
delirious in my pain,
I followed along,
as I longed for you to kiss me.
If I could fathom then,
the inevitability of that end,
when your arms would slip slowly off my waist,
when my eyes would leave your beautiful face,
I would have, with all my heart,
Begged for you, to kiss me.
I would have brought my cheek upon yours
as my body would resist my hearts implore,
to be closer still, to be forever filled,
looking beyond you as I would weep,
my tears wouldn’t stop
and I wouldn’t breathe.
I wouldn’t want you to ever leave.
Oh! My sweet love,
How I would have kissed you then,
If only I knew, I would never dance again.
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Sometimes with one I love I fill myself with rage for fear I effuse unreturn’d love,
But now I think there is no unreturn’d love, the pay is certain one way or another.
-Walt Whitman (Leaves of Grass)
(I would never consider my love unreturned, for if it lay unrequited, I would never write… )
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