I wrote this a while ago. I post it in reponse to a post on another marriage blog here .
What images of passion
delicious kisses words
and hot embraces
are forgotten in the
blackness
of our desire?
Doors of opportunity
open themselves to us
and we stand blinded
hearts and minds coveting
always
more and more
That which we do not yet have
hanging beyond our reach
taunts our grasping hands
shines bright obscuring all
gifts
that we’ve been given
We grasp and stretch and lunge
at ripe red apples and
fields of luscious green
while our own grass withers
our fruit
spoils at our feet
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