when lust is dead,
and routine pollutes the head,
lonely is your heart,
unused is your bed.
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My words did escape me as I read the trueness in this write. Poetry is my escape, but after the write we have our fellow poets to write us back. Immortial words but a lonely soul.The body of a poem doesnot need cosmetic... brillant line. Regards Patricia
Vincey, meet me outside Barking clock about 7 o'clock tonight? : -) I'm with Mr Chatterjee on his summary: yes, poetry does provide release and satisfaction, but ultimately, it's no substitute for love. Squeezing your hand, Gina.
This poem seems to be written with great honesty and sincerity and that is what I like the most about it and I certainly agree with these lines in particular. The body of a poem, does not need cosmetics to stir the hearts of those who, compose, and view. yet long into this cold rainy night, it is not words i need its you.
Simply lovely. And finely put together.