Month: January 2015
Holding On
The days slide away.
They hold on
They hang on to each other as best they can. They clutch at hope like shipwrecked sailors cling to familiar fragments of their broken ship. They imagine land as paradise as every wave rises and falls.
They whisper promises. They paint possibilities. Yet they try to be gentle in their expectations.
They hold back their desire in dams of denial. They numb their needs. They leash their longing. They suppress their sexual sighs in sad silence.
They want it so badly.
But the uncertain days, the empty nights, the fading light, and the hole in the middle of everything, is weakening their grip.
They know that, at any moment, one of them might give up,
And let go.
They know it will hurt. but they don’t know how much.
The days slide past
They hold on.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Photograph stolen…
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CALDAIA ” Limp Bizkit “
Propinquity.
the act of being tied
closely together
through space and time;
the closeness defined
stronger than steel
a back against mine;
a knowledge of the divine
passed along down
a dried-out bloodline;
the circumstance
repeating itself over
of happenstance;
that tickling sense, a notion
rolling and bending
like the tides in the ocean;
but never broken
beneath its crushing mass
a written word – not one spoken;
the act of being based upon
a kindred, genetic root
that grows deep and long;
a truth they’ve kept in secrecy
overlooking completely,
an element of our propinquity.
Ciò in cui credo ” James G. Ballard “
Piacevolmente Insensibile ” Pink Floyd “
Too Little, Too Much
My car is too little, too old
My television too small
Clothes that are not chic
hang in my closet.
Thieves leave a donation
when they see what I don’t have.
Yet I am a wealthy woman
rich in my contentment
peaceful in slumber
loved and loving
always eager to start my day.
How blessed am I
walking in the light of love.
