I taste you still
on my lips
chapped from
your sudden
bite
Rubbing ointment
over the
wound
It helps somewhat
but somehow
your taste
is still
with me
I hold you
and yet
it is only
in
shade
Forsaken pleasure
in memory
Forgotten
seconds etched
like burning coals
over my
lips
Sometimes the
remembered
pain is
better to keep
then is the reality
of holding you
and why is he left with this memory, what has he done....where is the biting creature that he once held, has he misused her? So many questions left unanwered in this poem.... Ruthie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Psychic after-taste of lip bite! ‘pain is better to keep then is the reality of holding you…’ You’re carrying love luggage wow! Enjoyed. Ten Ms Nivedita New post: Lie Sly or other poems if you kindly read and comment. niv