when love dies, is no longer
I remember our salad days
ripe, ready for plucking
long nights, slathering, contorting
believing it forever -
we asked how many times
do people make love before they tire of each other?
never thinking we would reach
that time when desire was no longer
when love dies, is no longer
hatred replaces lust,
desire, the ache of fingertip kisses,
feather touches;
when love dies, is no longer
we wish only evil upon the other
yet there was a time
when our only thoughts were of
the bottom of desire
the aching to be whole


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I completely agree with you...
Love should never die a death where 2 people who once cared for the other wish bad things for each other... It seems to happen a lot, but it shouldn't... I would really like to encounter one peaceful break up... just one...
what a phrase. Liked the way used. tha too in the end. that's creativity.
Go out there and be Great! All the Time!
I found that with my first marriage, love didn't die, I was in love with someone who didn't exist. His cruelty to me was because I thought he was that someone I was in love with. He wanted a much different lifestyle. I never should have tried to hand onto the marriage. How little did I know back then.
Thanks Vinay.
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I can very definitely relate to your poem. Been there, done that.
samantha, it is sad, but there is a sequel, tomorrow.
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Murder She Wrote...
Hey! That is SCARY...
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A truly sad poem. The premise leads one to believe that lust is the core of love which is the truly sad part of it. Still gave you 10 stars!
Thank you!