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Love is a strange language

In chloroform dreams
My heart aches beautifully
It’s the essence of you I need

In constrained words
I write to you often
But barren are my seeds

In metaphors and semaphore
I speak my strange language
I swear, you used to understand

I am twisted by loves blade
Caught and tortured
By uncontrollable demand

She is embedded deep
And though I ache
I don’t weep, I am not sure I can

© 2015 Peter Anstiss

25  more poems of dark love, broken hearts and sad loss are available from me in my new Ebook ‘Heart Shaped Sin’ which can be downloaded from most online stores.

Hi Res HSS Book Cover

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https://geo.itunes.apple.com/gb/book/heart-shaped-sin/id1083742821?mt=11

https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/heart-shaped-sin

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/heart-shaped-sin-peter-anstiss/1123406669?ean=2940152623987

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Comments
  1. Love’s language is poetry, music and beautiful works of art. It is both grade and minute. Whispers, smiles, kisses and touches.

  2. quirkyshine says:

    Wonderful words indeed 🙂

  3. thefeatheredsleep says:

    Gorgeous

  4. petescribes says:

    Thank you for taking the time to have a read & thrilled you liked it 🙂

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