I know the sound of edged beauty

as it whispers to me

and reluctantly kisses my face

though through laughing reticence it feels


yet forced.

I can only wonder if I am opening

a paradigm of affection

with a seeming imposed coercion.

Perhaps it was a long forgotten dream

patterned in youth

yet habituated into extinction through neglect

when i feel her lips on my cheek.

The passion lost effect in its request.

Beauty resonated in the silence of our embrace

Now it is a hollow and pained chord

in the nostalgia of what was but wasn’t.


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