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yeah any place but here

but here? (meaning there) why's that?

A place

A face

a foregone interlude

reminders

ink settling in the cracks

of old scars

etched in the place of memories

 

etched in everything one touches

Bad memories quickly forgotten

Memories of love

Always remembered

They got it here Wednesdays too thinking of checking it out one of these days. wanna go?

yet more familiar then the first time
a memory cast in bronze
Images of flesh upon flesh
A throng of bodies
wrapped in memories of action preformed
of love making
once created in places
towns
lands
far and close
During times that history books will record as
peaceful moments in some
and genicied in in others
When men and women volunteered their rights and life for
ideas forgotten and sometimes renewed
We were young and old
We were willing to learn and to relearn lines, curves
forgotten places of pleasure
To hold hands
link each other
bound each other under bridges
were traffic rumbled
were the language of the lands
was not our own
To part our lips for drinks bitter and sweet
Fermented fruits
for strange foods
for lips so ripe
forgotten literature
Replaying the same themes of man
for mankind's imagination stretches so far
Gray sky's
the g-ds watering their gardens
with our dreams

like the first time
those unsure steps
those unsure kisses
nothing taken for granted
every word remembered
every action recycled through thoughts
wondering if this is the right time
the right moment
the right everything
there is always that constant music
that constant vibration
missing you

lost to the sand soft fingers touch

lost to the oblivious and the weary

and such

a life, an era, an existence

touched

then untouched

loved

then unloved

broken

broken
is not lost
loved is to be always
hidden in the grains,
shifted between other grains of sand
Wind blown to be rediscovered
Re-settled
In new lands
for new loves
for old loves to find
Like clay or bronze
created, shaped, melted down,
reshaped again over the centuries of man

lost like thoughts in tides
resetting the footprints in the sand
for another to feel
to feel their step engraved for
the first time.
like the first time
everytime.
every
slide
stretch
push
pull
etched.
like the first time