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You are an accident
on the pot-holed road
of my memory.

We pick ourselves up,
so suddenly thrown off
vehicles of lust, lies and longing.

We examine our mounts
for bends, dents and scratches;
compensation comes in kisses.

On that road of recall
I drive recklessly still
while scars from our collision
softly bleed.

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4 responses to “untitled

  1. “You are an accident on the pot-holed road of my memory.”

    It sounds almost scathing !

    I love this – very powerful imagery.

  2. “while scars from our collision
    softly bleed.”

    The use of ‘softly’ there… Ah! Too good.

  3. Mercury, aandthirtyeights: Thank you.

  4. vehicles of lust,lies and longing..beautiful…

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