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Aftertaste
by Maria Terezia FerenczThe roughest touch is not enough
unless it is my skin
a world without
so worthless now
unless you are within
all feelings gone
not felt forlorn
you find that you are numb
a glowing moon or brightest sun
casts no glow
to see
when every color has a hue
in your eyes of me
when you hear my name
in music
although it's never sung
then my love
my work is done
you are left
with my aftertaste
on your tongue 09/06/2006
Author's Note: Can you still taste me??? You always will....
Posted on 09/06/2006
Copyright © 2025 Maria Terezia Ferencz
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/06/06 at 08:37 PM ...now, now maria...i'll let the obv stand outthere and exist as only it can and yet mylovely, the twist of this appearingly lustful item is it's applicability to our virtous [yet selfish] approach to life[read: our happiness-pleasure while we exist] and this is a cutting sword of butchery on one's need to BE in the mind of another...and since i'm only a man, the words carry the lustiness of beauty and piles of smiles...you and your dastard heart uuhhhh, can i just wait outside to see you? or you gonna ever come down from the lofty environs...i love so much of your work but this takes showWinner-ribbon...peace, chaz |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/07/06 at 01:25 AM Great poem - strong flow, lustiness if one wants to interpret that way, or a mutual need one for the other. |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 09/10/06 at 11:54 AM Yes, this is what matters, the lasting effect capable of causing many more effects in the time to come, associating the innter world with that, without. |
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