Desires Memory

A poem about love and passion for someone you desire and have lost.

Though he has moved on and I must let go, I can't forget. I've pushed his memory aside, so I thought. Suddenly without warning the memory of him vehemently arised. I try to disregard the moments shared and the thoughts of the feelings I have for him. But the passion I cannot hide.

Deserted memories so I thought. The infatuation of the entanglement with this intriguing liaison whom I shared an captivating affair with, has  forcefully burst the memories back into my mind.

His charm irresistable. The erotism and the sensuality shared too pleasurable and intoxicating to forget. The magnetism that draws me to him so powerful, leaving me no control. So enraptured with everything about him I surrender submissively.

Now that he's moved on I feel as if a fiend experiencing withdrawls. The deprivation agonizing, the crave for a taste is toxic. I can almost feel and taste his lips the memory so vivid.

Knowing I can't have him brings me dismal, I am somber and full of melancholy. I am reminded of my solitary and that my desire remains but a memory.

Reviews

[Chris]

A scent,
a sound,
touch, taste, place - pause...
thought -
and I'm back
...back...
and lost in time
...again.

Chris

[BL]

A beautiful and bitter sweet symphony, I can feel your hurt in this, well written

[Desert Dreamer]

We never forget those moments of passion you have described so wonderfully here.

[Shadow Writer]

OH yes, I have been there and you have captured this moment so well. Phantom.......

[Kelley]

That was beautifully painful.........=(
I liked how you told of your lost love
and how you could no longer trust.

Great poem Amber!

Thanks for sharing.

Kelley

[Arthur Henn]

Very nice, I'm running low on my battery charge....lol I'll be back later to do a better review...sorry

Art

[Michael X]

I love this form its pulled off with such passion and detail, the reader can't help but fall into the moment,
classic and desirous, well written and expressed.

[Eagle Cruagh]

I know, you have heard all the old condolences, like there are many
more fish in the sea. Like streetcars, there will be another one along
any minute.
Those saws are truisms. The problem lies in the wierd sense of security
that women develop for an abuser, even a derelict. He is nothing, but she
always thinks of him as HER nothing. Very sad.

Why does a woman think she remembers periods of rapture, exquisite sex and
other sweet things. The truth is, THEY NEVER HAPPENED. These are false
memories. Men and women , equally, return to unhappy affairs because of these
false memories. They remember wonderful times because they want wonderful
times in their lives and their mind tricks them in to believing their ex provided that.

Now to your writing. You are a gifted writer. Your little story is well written,
imaginative and interesting phrased. You have talent.

One suggestion: Devide each thought by two or three spaces. Putting spaces
between thoughts will make your writing easier to read and it will make it mor e
interesting to look at.

Please keep writing.

Please be my friend-----keep writing because I am selfish, I want to know more
about you and I want to see you develop as a writer.

Yours,
----- Eagle Cruagh