Author's Note: ....spawned from an overactive imagination with semi fictional roots




The Old Flame Never Dies

Gazing into our fizzured faces,
I map the crooked lines
that fill in all the wrinkled spaces
where laughter crinkled into aging signs.
But your luscious lips remain the same.
You still have that gleem in your eye.
And, despite all the many years we blame,
Your embracing stares still make me sigh.

 

 





Poetry by melanie sue
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Written on 2009-07-02 at 20:59

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salem
this one coming out from heart
i loved this one
thanx
2009-07-03


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Old flames , are never truly extinguished . The good burn bights with in the mind. A reminder of love shared , the bad it is also there a reminder of love gone bad. A flame we wish we could extinguished form the memory. The good old flames help us though the bad.
Well written and so well expresst , Melanie Sue.

Ken ( D Williams )
2009-07-03


Kee Zealy The PoetBay support member heart!
I like your imagination, and an emphathetic piece that comes with maturity.
2009-07-03


NicholasG
This is epitome of properly aged affection.
What a gift, to be looked at and to perceive magic.
Nick
2009-07-02