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Friday, August 24, 2012

Dream land




Lips so soft

I dreamt of her today
She kissed me
Tasted of memories
So sweet
Her lips so soft

Memories sweet enough
To destroy a man
Laying waste
To the fragile declaration
Of self-worth

I dreamt of her today
She held my soul with
Memories so sweet
I gave my dignity away
To hell with self-worth

What good is it anyway…


Chris McQueeney    8/24/12    11:29 P.M.

8 comments:

jennifer said...

Ah those dreams that are so vivid, so real. Some we wake from and wish we hadn't woken, yet others we wake from and say 'man I'm SO glad that was only a dream!' Nice piece.

Brian Miller said...

Memories sweet enough
To destroy a man
Laying waste
To the fragile declaration
Of self-worth...whew....sometimes maybe it is worth it just to let yourself be destroyed you know...smiles...ha...have a great saturday man!

Grace said...

Sometimes those dreams never goes away ~

Happy day to you~

Nadja Notariani said...

Ha! I'm half smitten with this guy! He's damned if he does - and damned if he doesn't (I mean really...who wants to choose between self-worth and love???). He throws caution to the wind, in spite of his fears, and quite purposefully 'gave it away'.

Now that's a man in love.

kj said...

i have to agree with brian :^) sometimes the thrill of the chase and the thrill of the catch is worth more than silly old self worth :^)

passion yields a hefty price but sometimes so what?

ps another layer to this poem of course: groveling is worth little. :^)

love
kj

Wine and Words said...

I don't think it's dignity we give away, just pride. Perhaps preservation, which is just the nutshell of fear that we will get a ding to our pride. Dreams of kisses are good. No matter what. :)

She Writes said...

Okay, this is slightly brilliant ;)...sooo...
stanza 1) I imagine this taste you write of-- gorgeous imagery

2)
Memories sweet enough
To destroy a man
Laying waste
To the fragile declaration
Of self-worth

ahhhh, This twists my stomach as I go. Line by aching line. Our self worth is such a fragile thing--love this stanza--every word.

3)"I gave my dignity away"
I have done this. Most of us have at one time or another. It pulls on memory and familiar sense of loss on many levels. And it could mean more than a woman, or lover, depending on how it is read. (I wish to know the author's intent :)).

And the last line of that stanza--biting--

4) Don't we all wonder this at the ends, in the afters?

I read it as a lover after all.
Again. More, please. You're on a roll!

just a girl said...

goddamn i love this!