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Florida Skin
I had forgotten you that evening,
But none of it will matter in the end.
All is silent on our Western ocean.
Undone acts of fear are washed up on both
Our shores, yours much warmer, British summer'¦
Your pale Florida skin exposed to cold,
I can feel you freezing when the wind blows.
You can feel when I can't sleep for the heat,
Slipping into you far too fast. Your eyes
Dark, as if full of the night, pale lips part.
I had waited, hoping they would meet with'¦
But then, my eyes widen, nothing happens'¦
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| That bond will never be broken, even in death. |
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| Two lives, intertwined and completely compatible, the distance not insurmountable, unless one chooses not to fight for that love, not to lose faith in that love. Taking the easy way out is cowardly. |
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Thanks for the comments. Bazzy Boy, on the money yet again.
Also, the Florida skin is pale simply because she is pale. |
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| Very nice, very genuine and thoughtful. This is a very accessible poem, there is a great use of language, and imagery. As well as a very inviting tone. I do wonder why the Florida skin was pale though. |
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Comment by: - 2006-06-22 02:29
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| Very romantic. a tale of love, but sadly it ends in disapointment. i think that the distance you've written of seems ever so close in emotion. the emotion pulls both parties together.nether the less it is rather sorrowful at the end |
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