All alone I am, with just my fantasies
Feeling the pain of love newly gone
Walking the beach where we met
Humming with the ocean’s song
Stepping into her tides for a cool change
Hoping to wash away this unrequited ache
~~*~~
How long do I have to pay the price
For my foolishness, my open heart
Everyday, my strength comes back
Reading your letters breaks my heart
Though you’re no longer here with me
I feel you here, and I remember love
When it was a treasure worth saving
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The tender embraces, the long slow kisses
Nights when all you wanted was to
Take me as close to heaven as you could
And days when my comfort was your goal
I shall keep these memories as my fee
For I have paid the price for loving you
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Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
EDWIN
For my foolishness, my open heart
How I can relate to what you express here, Denise. I could ask the very same question. Love and best wishes,
Regis
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