Mushroom Cloud

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  • Lost Love

    Mushroom Cloud

    I came to you broken and starving
    Afraid.
    And you wrapped me in the sanctuary
    Of what was, what could had been
    And I was hungry
    And in my need, I fed
    Perhaps too much and too well
    And sleek and sated I lay
    Drunk with the feel of your skin against mine
    Both new and remembered
    Like going home
    Like finding home.

    I fed from you too deeply
    And suddenly,
    If I’m honest willfully
    The words hung there
    Like a mushroom cloud
    Against the clear blue sky.
    And the flash of what…
    Pain, longing, wistfulness,
    In your perfect eyes
    Cut me to the core.

    But looking back
    I couldn’t not say them
    Because in that one, shining moment
    Those words were the truth
    Are the truth
    For whatever that’s worth.
    And I would trade a thousand more days
    On this green earth
    For the feeling
    Of our skins melding, molding, becoming
    One
    Once more.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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