damned_one

heart of darkness
2004-12-29 20:02:34 (UTC)

Seasons

Consumated feeling on a sweating shifting chair. In a good
friend's apartment in a summer not so long ago.

Soon felt a drive and urge, in a field of green, quivering
in the dark. Fireworks of a summer's night.

Quoted love in a darkened silent room. Save for the moving
pictures on a darkened screen. Lost in memory summer morn.

Gave way to passion and the most that we could give. Love
in the trees and brush. In a summer afternoon atop a hill.

Weeks we spent pressed against our hearts in quiet movie
bedrooms, and opened love to the waning summer days.

We both saw a nearing end and wished I would not part.
Indeed we cried and hoped in summer's dying eyes.

We pressed our love to the beating of time which would
stop our beating hearts. Summer was letting go.

I left. We parted ways with moisened lips and crying eyes.
Hearts still beating all in tune. Summer was gone away.

As autumn and winter came in that painful passing our
energy so decayed. We loved and loved but couldn't keep up.

The love is always there, flowing through our lonely
hearts. Yet now we wait till summer's birth again.

For when it comes passion will revive. And days and nights
will again be warm in life. By our in time beating hearts.

You may have doubts as time grows you apart.
That is where that intimacy arises.
Swelling in both your loving hearts.




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