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Saturday, April 14, 2012

Lovely Disaster

This union breeds disaster
smell the charred remains
drifting up from downstream
We're stretching the seams
too wild and bucking for these fences
Still my fingers twitch with longing
to trace your curves and lines
and I ache with the pull
to slowly sink into your heated eyes
a heat that will burn and blister
Our downfall clear on the horizon
we shift in our indecision
pulling close and pushing away
It would be a lovely disaster
scratching and clawing and biting
If we turn away now
the wondering will always linger
so strong sometimes a heart will break
In the end, what hurts worse
giving in to the wrong kind of love
or living with a tame heart
that longs for the wildness of you

3 comments:

  1. There's a whole back story riding on your words. I love it.

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  2. In the end, what hurts worse
    giving in to the wrong kind of love
    or living with a tame heart
    that longs for the wildness of you

    A question impossible to answer - sometimes we have to chance the wildness of a lovely disaster...

    Excellent write Tracy!

    Anna :o]

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