Time slips through my fingers,
faster than the purple silk
hanging from your body.
I yearn for your touch,
you desire mine
but time the biggest whore
of us all.
We take off each other's clothes
with quick hushed whispers of love,
knowing our freedom is
going to get caged soon
Touch me, kiss me
fill me up
and forget about the doom
that'll shadow us.
Time's clutches will
get to us again, so
hold me love
one last time.
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Context: I basically created this poem with two lovers who have reconciled after some time and have to separate again, even if they don't want to. They have very little time left together so they want to be with each other for one last time.
This it it. My first ever poem. I really would love to hear what you thought when you first read it, and what you think after reflecting a bit.
What story do you sense in this poem? Why will 'time's clutches get to them' again? What is the 'doom' that's gonna 'shadow' them soon? This poem does raise some questions and I want you to make your own answers out of them. It would be fun reading what you imagined. So please comment anything you thought. Literally whatever it was you thought.
Well, I'm off now. Gotta go umm do something (be a sad little bitch)
Bye.
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