Lover Thine

By Trilby Severn

Tue, 10 Sep 2013
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What was, "home"?
I named this once placid haze,
after someone else.
speechless with envy-
 
We loved, in untempered ferocity
and I've gone, and loved
again for mediocrity
 
Strewn the intelligible names
through my itching fingers,
stroking my best
around other necks.
 
The duality of division
parting legs and swollen knees-
holding unsanctified snakes
through the aurulent fields
cultivating the flaxen folds.
 
Awareness the price of every mistake
Live again, conscience divested
for my sake
 
What is the world
when love
is just a word?
 
Drinking a new merlot
on a somber eve,
where you'll end up, now decieved,
doomed on disgrace,
lust still curdles without a trace-
You're the one tryst
I'll never escape
 
and I'm still fitting into
my new face.
Certificate 18
Poem
Life
Romance