Raw Earth Ink
spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Nights Long Gone
With my face pressed to the frosted pane
I stare out at the bright pinpoint stars
The inky black sky a perfect backdrop
Slowly they slip across my view
Ever moving westward
I watch them unseeing, for my eyes
Observe scenes much further away
To nights long gone but not forgotten
Nights when you loved me and held me close
When every room in the house was
Filled with echoes of our passion
Now, they are only memories
How I screamed out your name
As you claimed me for yours, body and soul
I went willingly, repeatedly
Over the edge, safe in your arms
Bending to your will and desire
(For they belonged to my own as well)
Our bodies slick with sweat and lust
Throats raw with shouts and moans
Fingers entangled in hair
Your weight heavy upon me as you
Pounded and buried yourself
Deep within my starving soul
Once, for us, would never be enough
More, more, we both wanted so much more
We greedily lapped one another’s essence
Sucking it from one and then to the other
Delighting in the aroma and flavor of us
Some nights the moon shone brightly
Illuminating our movements
Sometimes slow, sometimes frenzied
Always incredibly passionate
Other nights were so dark
Our blinded eyes useless
Only heightening our other senses
Yet no matter the night
It was perfect
Whether you warmed me
By the sting of your hand
Or your sleeping body
It was always perfect
I miss those nights
Now, it’s just me, me and the stars
On a cold winter night
With my slowly cooling memories
I pull the quilt tighter about my shoulders
It’s never warm enough anymore
tara caribou | ©2019
18 Comments on “Nights Long Gone”
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Very beautiful and touching!
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Thanks, Braeden. As always, thank you for reading and commenting. 😊
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Welcome!
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So intimate. Like the inner corners of your mind and soul. 🙂 Beautiful expression!
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Thank you so much.
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You’re welcome!😊😊
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Another great raw exponent, of loved and lost- left to subsistence.
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Subsistence… yes!
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Wonderful work, love the tone. Every line left a trail on my mind.
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That’s wonderful! I’m so glad you enjoyed this:
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Love this. The last line is the most perfect line I’ve read in probably forever.
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Thank you so much. I’m so happy you were touched by this.
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A heart laid bare. A very touching piece, Tara.
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Thank you Chris 😌
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THIS is POWERFUL. That brief parentheses was just wow. An aside seeming to be so casual that you have to look twice to feel the power and the intimacy
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Thank you so much Nathan. Yes, there can be such power in the parentheses.
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damn those cold winter nights…
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Don’t I know it…
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