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locked out
Locked out by your scorn
legs crossed trying to slow the dam
ardour escapes in a breathless whisper
moans abscond memories revoked
Sexual healing lost to me
jettisoned, embittered, me
my angel of lust long since gone
smoke like and illusional
Desperate need dilutes sexual greed
momentary lapse
reminds me of cobalt blue eyes
fixed somewhere else.
Embracing another act
place
one angel to another
I stand on the outside
looking in
Locked out by original sin.
Gabby, This poem is so gut wrenchingly real. I know I have commented on this before, but it seems that everytime I read your works, they can evoke a new image or emotion. This is no exception.
I am left wondering about the emotions in this, and having a vision of sudden loneliness. I suppose it is when absolute trust and faith are dealt the cruel blow, that the mind, in a realm without reference, becomes lost.
Recollections of surrender, the gift so sublime, become now, a haunting. The darts that peirce the heart can rend the very flesh to nothingness. The spiritual totality of a woman, once added in a joining of perfection, now becomes a used and discarded thing within the mind mirror of the soul searching.
How that must hurt. Its echoes can reverberate into time itself. Never can it be the same again, no new love can ever know the magic once spun and now lost.
It is in the wondering that things hurt even more deeply, for always the eyes turn inward in self doubt. I know this anguish well.
This poem is more than a poem. It is the story of beauty, betrayed and left to hurt in a world without embrace.
You have a very great power in your writing ability. Again I am touched.
Geez, I would spend some hours here, but work beckons. Farewell for today. Tim