Poetry Old Lovers who have Young Kids

<<feeling thoroughly inspired by @出久 (izuku) and @Hannah F – lover and Lovers>>

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Old Lovers who have Young Kids​

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This flame of ours will never die​

Because we have learned to feed it​

Flame eats the truth that we don't lie​

About something when we need it​

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Because we have learned to feed it​

To share ourselves and freely scream​

About something when we need it​

To join ourselves in love's deep seam​

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To share ourselves and freely scream​

When time again we don't have time​

To join ourselves in love's deep seam​

A stolen kiss is still sublime​

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When time again we don't have time​

Flame eats the truth that we don't lie​

A stolen kiss is still sublime​

This flame of ours will never die​

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[gently edited in search of clarity]

 

[izi 出久]

@Hannah F and you have thoroughly improved my mood today. Not that it was bad, but now it’s this much better.

 

[Hannah Faoileán]

Beautiful. Clever.

 

[Rich.]

Hmm. I don't think I nailed it. It's the first time I've used this form, and looking at it this morning it feels messy.

 

[Rich.]

And now I've gone and edited it a bit. Among other things, I punctuated it; then deleted the punctuation; then put it back; then deleted it again.

Dither, dither, dither.

I think it's time for a cup of tea and something new to work on. What's the expression? A poem is never finished, only abandoned.