To write of love when
it is gone can be a difficult
task, why venture there?
To bring back conversations that
filled the room with an electricity
of their own,
the touches that made spines tingle,
and faces flush;
the anxious waiting for night to come,
like bride and groom,
all of that.
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Speaking of form - I would have realighned it... To write of love when it is gone can be a difficult task, why venture there? To bring back conversations that filled the room with an electricity of their own, the touches that made spines tingle, and faces flush; the anxious waiting for night to come, like bride and groom, all of that.