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Click hereAfraid to Remember
To pick up the phone, frigid
ivory shrinking resolutions
into mumbled excuses, listening
to the dial tone beneath your voice
humming; wanting to say everything
about the antique quilt mornings
in my basement, your cake baking
upstairs, scenting the lemon-orange
comfort of your arms; afraid to say anything
about the honeysuckle evening,
starlit and reckless underneath
the night with the pretense of adventure.
me touching you without letting
the heart within breath; afraid to know
how it would feel to let you inside
the indigo moonlight of my soul….
To fall backwards through your memory,
frightened and blinded by the realness
of the mystery of your absence;
afraid to hear the blackness of your
tears drowning in love’s confusions,
the excuses waning with the light from
the emerald skydreams of lavender
laughter and rose, listening
to the uselessness of it all.
COPYRIGHT: trendyredhead 1993
The fragmented imagery was intense. Loved the phrase above! ~Imp
the pace is strong and your use of color is consistent and balanced, however, in one part..
it would feel to let you inside
the indigo moonlight of my soul?.
I think you could drop the word **indigo** and it would just sound better, thats all, other than that, I truly enjoyed this poem and I hope you submit more :)