Alone now.
No one here.
You left like a thief in the night
while my body was still trembling
from where you had been.
A Red Rose on my pillow
is all that was left to remind me
you had been here.

I had admired you from a far.
noticing your wicked charisma, your style.
You had looked at me but not
seen me in the daylight hours.

It had taken midnight drinks
to remove my inhibition
I spoke to you and you looked
into my eyes and this time saw my soul
that resided there.
You suggested we leave.

Liquid desire so fluid
with sensuality ripe,
you took me to your brothers empty
apartment to dance with
me there.

You said I was beautiful.
You touched my face all
over with your fingers then
your delicious lips…pulling me to
your breath of honey dew.

With succulent longing
you grabbed inside my heart
a time bomb ticking and
pulled me to your body
In bliss, all night we became one.

And finally after hours of
connected passion
We fell into a dream,
a note of bliss that played out
in a symphony of surreal music.

Enchanted by your breath and
your scent that whispered to my body,
I smiled dreaming,
drifting off between waking and sleeping.
I fell asleep smiling.

Only to wake to find you gone.
My body still aching, alive
from your loving attention.
My heart now pounding ripped
to the core of pain.

Raw throbbing of emotional pain
that strangled me
and takes my breath
and obliterates my voice
with blood rising to my head pounding.

All the wounds of their leaving
opened up and bled again.
I fell to the dirt in my soul
and ate the soil of hurt and
watched my heart disintegrate into
1000 pieces.

Melancholy gripped my heart
and the realisation knocked at my
mind, telling me what had been love to me
had just been play for you.

I could feel my head splinter,
shards of glass through my brain
I curled up in a fetal position
trying to contain myself and
not crack my skull.

How could you leave me
When our hearts connected so fine,
Leaving with not a word, a note,
a goodbye…Gone.

You have split my thoughts into
a million pieces of pain
So that I no longer know which
part is true, which part is me.

You never needed to race me to rejection,
I would never have rejected you,
I do not believe in rejection because
love just is. It is not like
a garment you can take on and off
at a whim. Love etches on your soul forever.

You ripped yourself away from me,
Leaving only a red rose,
a symbol of our perfect love,
that only lasted one night.

By Anthea Slade 27-9-09


Anthea  Slade

Carlton North, Australia

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Abandoned is a poem I wrote that was inspired by Reynaldo’s beautiful painting Abandoned With A Rose. Poem and Painting are part of our Tribute to Womanhood Series

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