Loss Of Face

By skinner_jennifer
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Don't burden me
with pearly tears,
those endless nights
of endurance,
when skin touched skin...
flap jacking, as sweet
honey kisses mingle
with our juices,
never before did flattery
greet me so blatantly,
had me smitten at the altar,
a sacrifice to the slaughter,
my ignorant intellect, attraction...
leading me to a disregard
for idle words; arrows on target –
a bullseye scored,
as I yearn to join the flock,
treating what they say
as flotsam and jetsam,
their cautions snubbed.
your enchantment consumed
like a fine wine; now leaves a
disagreeable tang, that smacks
of sour lemons, as I fear loss of face.
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A picture of sad regret and,
A picture of sad regret and, I suppose, gullibility? The ending of disagreeble after-tang and fear of shame in admission of naivety is very telling. Maybe a desire to help others take care?
Did you mean 'altar' rather than 'alter'? Rhiannon
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I hope your poem, as good as
I hope your poem, as good as it was, is not about anything current. It so full of bitterness and pain, good job sharing your feelings so eloquently. Ray
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Well-written poem, Jenny. I
Well-written poem, Jenny. I guess it is a story told too many times for a lot of people.
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Hi Jenny
Hi Jenny
I liked this poem, but it was full of heart ache - and you portrayed it so convincingly - I too wondered if it was a current emotion. But memories last a long time.
Jean
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