[lit-ideas] : Anonymous

<<There are many things, to be sure
That our hearts lay recompense
The fading grass clasped with dying fingers
Portraits of love and loss linger
on the lasting lips of those who lust forgot.
And moonbeams shine so heavily throughout heavenly devine
The pale cheeks and soft breath of those that were once mine.
Their names as voices,
Shadows calling,
once,
yes once,
oh once as falling

Through drowning, screaming, crying
here I am
here I lay
And yes the love lays too.
Or is it lie, my love, that this love does do?
Or laying lust between the two.
My love for thou lies not with lust,
but lying vows of loathsome being
for one eve of trust.
Yes, shining trust.
That lust that dust hath turned to love
only to be returned by lost sweet loss.

From lust to love and writhing hushed
to linger on what we had that cost,
and now to you, love hath returned
with fury now my heart yet burns.

So listen to these tales I pray
and let us lie another day
in lies of love and lustful loss
yes let us,
let us,
yes let's we cry
to see what loss is left to die.>>


Julie Krueger

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