Embedded in the sulci Tattooed in the gyri
Are the ancient times of bonded stolen hours
Mercurial memories of a peculiar passion fiery
Oh how we tempted the fate mischievous
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your poem is the real temptation for love...nicely written...
What is it, if not a curse? To rarely see and never to touch! It's neither a protest nor a moan.. a marvelous poem..... your selection of words and the beautiful way of expressions with a poetic flow...... a fine poem. thank you dear poet. tony