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:
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.
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!
Sometimes those dreams never goes away ~
Happy day to you~
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.
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
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. :)
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!
goddamn i love this!
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