It can be so tempting.
You remember the first steps of discovery. The tentative words.
The sense of recognition. The coincidences. The incredible similarities. The attraction of opposites.
The meeting of minds.
How you laughed
The endless, meandering, bright, eloquent, charming, perfect conversations.
Light shining in eyes.
You recall the desire, the ache, the longing, the shared yearning.
The bliss of bodies.
The joy of one.
It is so tempting to go back
But the reasons why
it all went wrong
never really go away.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Thomas Saliot
July 29, 2014 at 10:14 pm
No they don’t. How did you know I needed these words today?
July 29, 2014 at 10:27 pm
I didn’t. But if they helped, I am glad.
July 30, 2014 at 6:03 am
Yes, it can be so very tempting. Well expressed (as always) and beautiful in it’s stark poignancy.
July 30, 2014 at 6:04 am
Thank you. Glad you enjoyed.
July 30, 2014 at 3:33 pm
beautiful writing Mr. D. I think this is one of my favorites from you, but there are so many lovely poems it is not be easy to select a “favorite”.
July 30, 2014 at 7:03 pm
You are always too generous Ms H
August 1, 2014 at 9:16 pm
hindsight always pulsates in the romance of nostalgia. X
August 1, 2014 at 9:31 pm
August 3, 2014 at 5:42 pm
So well mapped out this circuitous meanderings of memory, skirting regret. Sigh.
August 3, 2014 at 5:43 pm
Smiles. Thank you.