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The Affair (1)

Does it end with me?
Do you forget when I leave?

Does the accumulated sense,
the intense throaty humming
the shadow of touching,
does it all just disappear
when you close the final door
to smuggle cups and ashtrays
away from cuts and questions?

Does some small whisper of me
linger in your catching breath
as you wash the traces of our love
safely away?

Do you flinch with the aftershock
of our difficult becoming
when you turn to him smiling
with welcome from the rain?

For me the sudden dark,
the closed door
The warmth receding
as if it never happened
that your body danced in my arms
like the hammering of mountains.

Why do you not come to me
out of the wild night?
You could fight
and storm out angry
with smudged mascara.
You could cry through the rain
until my doorway beckoned.

But you will not come
For the promised plans of overthrow
Are only paper dreams
We prefer our covert excitements
To the price of proclamation

The Affair (1)

Chris1249

Joined May 2010

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