Love is a journey through waters and stars,
through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain
Love is a war of lightning,
and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness

Pablo Neruda – Carnal Apple

 

I can  still feel the brush of

your  amaranth hands cold as

a  winter breath.

In rainstorms I glimpse you in

lightening streaks outside vaporous windows.

Your steps come and go down hollow halls

still echoing  with  sorrow.

So  you may see what is left of me your eyes

are  etched in my mind.

We wanted to be more than a memory

or  displaced shadows of bodies in

wastelands  that  dismembered us,

scattered us like flowers.

 

 

 

 

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26 thoughts on “quietus

  1. This is just beautiful. There are so many lovely descriptions, starting with ‘the brush of your aramanth hands, cold as a winter’s breath’. I also love your phrase, ‘In rainstorms I glimpse you in
    lightening streaks outside vaporous windows…’ and the last four lines are just wonderful. So well written, Holly.

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