Haunting screaming..
If only he knew how terrified I was..
If only he knew that daunting ramble..
If only he knew those visions bygone..
If only he knew how I crawled..
and bawled every morning
Every night..
every sight that caught my scarf's
Wringing rancid warmth..
that choked and clung..
With each breath that hung on more
and more...
And More..
to my lips;
Waxing them with vapours of the last few
Sights of You.
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To,
My Sylvia,
...I dreamed of our house
Before we ever found it. A great snake
Lifted its head from a well in the middle of the house
Exactly where the well is, beneath its slab,
In the middle of the house.
A golden serpent, thick as a child's body,
Eased from the opened well. And poured out
Through the back door, a length that seemed unending-....
- Your,
Ted
Touching.. you seem to have expressed the longing of a woman in the most intense way possible.. a nice post.. keep posting!
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