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By Liz Date: 2003 Mar 06 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.06.16.13.10807]] |
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The ghosts of lost loves plague my dreams with a melancholy madness of arms reaching out to hold me again bodies and chests and heart beats I had once memorized leap back into pulsating rhythm a clockwork emotion invoked by the scent of liquor, pine or Polo until I want to go back and drench myself in the essence of a man I loved once and lost. In the corners of my mind echo the voices of men who purred my name in passion or barked it in anger, men who laughed and loved me then left and forgot me taking a small piece of me with them tucked in their heart, or a back pocket. I keep them locked away a treasure chest of possibilities that went unfulfilled, what ifs that plague me men who matter no more, but resurrect themselves in the night in my dreams. |