Where I lay my head edit 2 newsclippings, pet ak

[tectak]

In this room, I lay with loves I met.
I filed away the images I knew
would rise again, like wraiths of raw regret,
to dash my dreams of holding on to you.

You lie beside me as the light disclaims
the greyed out phantoms, fantasies still clear.
Another slips across my recalled frames
and strange, I taste the sweetness of her tears.

Then there was the long and snow-deep night;
she sat upon this discrete bed and cried.
I watched her, naked, rise in candle light;
then dress so slowly, leaving off her pride.

I look to where a silhouette still lies;
her name she kept, she never made it known.
We thrashed and threw our passion to the skies;
but when I woke and called her…she was gone.

I damn you for your bodies, ageless, pure!
Why do old recollections stay so new?
How could I love so long, yet be unsure?
Is this my dream...or are you dreaming, too?

Tectak
Jan 2013

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In this room, I lay with loves I met.
I filed away the images I knew
would rise again, like wraiths of raw regret;
and that one day I’d say goodbye to you.

You lie beside me as the light disclaims
the greyed out phantoms, fantasies still clear.
I see her move across my recalled frames
and taste once more the sweetness of her tears.

Then there was the long and snow-deep night;
another sat upon this bed and cried.
I watched her rise, naked in the light,
dress slowly, leaving with her pride.

I look to where a silhouette still lies;
her name was kept, she never made it known.
We thrashed and threw our passion to dark skies
but when I woke and called her…she was gone.

I damn you for your bodies, ageless, pure!
Why do the recollections stay so new?
How could I love so long, yet be unsure?
Goodbye past loves, another day with you.

Tectak
Jan 2013