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Beautiful Blurs

Beautifully tainted
trance of transition
back and forth
of my identical identities.
A lover’s lack
of sexuality,
instinct stolen by time.
Dying poets possess
no potential to progress
into former flames
or fireflies.
Trusted trysts
never to actualize,
only in suspicion
til I apologize
and crucify dreams.
I cannot dress
my sin in confession
and the question
of who deserves
my reborn innocence.
Blurred by words
of not knowing
what we feel
or who to be.

2007-01-09 02:12:52 · 2 answers · asked by rhiannon_kc 1 in Arts & Humanities Books & Authors

2 answers

It's an affair.

It also could just be a person struggling internally, lost, very lost.
Like an affair in someone's mind.

These are my thoughts.

Peace.

2007-01-09 02:21:25 · answer #1 · answered by elibw 3 · 0 0

When we betray a trust, one as sacred as marriage or parenthood, then the idea of forgiveness does not come easy. The poet has betrayed such a trust, and feels a darkness closing in on her soul. It may be that her lover, then one whom she betrayed, has physical difficulties that prevent a sexual relationship…still the poet cannot see a path to forgiveness.

This is a dark and lonely road.

2007-01-09 10:28:53 · answer #2 · answered by Maddog Salamander 5 · 0 0

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