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Destruction (Poetry)

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  Lay the soft pink of your Destruction across my lips, Poison me ‘til I’m not whole It’s the quickest path to death; Escort me down that corridor To the far side of a kiss To bliss beyond the noise Take away my virgin breathes, Sweetly kill this saintly soul. All Rights Reserved © March 2017 John J Vinacci

The Forgetting (Poetry)

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The face, in this picture Looks sort, of familiar The eyes I have seen But the name rather distant When was the time, the immeasurable date? I think I hear an echo of an ovation   A lover, stranger than fiction Dragged by the winds ‘til barely a whisper The years are a museum Ancient and inconsistent When was goodbye? It escapes all my guesses I’m a towering sunspot of repression   I’ve forgotten it, I don’t remember bliss It’s too long ago and too far away It all slipped away, If we ever kissed, my memory’s a ship That sailed long ago and so far away It all slipped away   A face, in a picture A lover, a fiction Surreal like a dream Handed over to oblivion It’s a lifeless cadaver, history’s little disaster It retreated hard and it lasted   …   One day, on the phone A voice sounds like, I haven’t heard it before The words I all know But their antiquity’s not persistent Why are we speaking about s...