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2001-11-29 - 10:28 a.m.
Neruda said, that "even fire has it's cold half".
Was that you, that he spoke of? I was always so quick to burn, spreading the flames of my wildfire desire, for the ice of your mouth,to cure. and yes, your distant coldness would always put out those fires with your subzero words.
Whenever you turned away, I would try to restart the fire, desperately rubbing two hearts together, trying to lace us into always. but you, you had other plans.
Now I find myself trying to reach back through the veil of time to touch the memory of you, stretching behind me, so far away, so out of reach...
there is a hopelessness, a futility, but still a comfort in anything that can make the distance feel closer, closer to god, closer to you.
Strangers take shape, come into view but they never smell, taste, touch, feel, look, like you.
I miss your pantomine of love, I miss the lullaby of your laughter, I miss the cradle of your mouth (on mine).
and yes,I know you were always putting out my fires, but you were my cold half.We both know that I could never make your *heart* catch on fire, like the way It should.
and for that, I am sorry. I am so very very sorry.
I guess this means you are never going to sing me to sleep again?
old starlight - new starbright
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