The linger of a fleeting kiss
Cleaves through me incessantly;
The transient outline of a moment
Flash-imprinted in my mind.
Eroding echoes torment me,
Reminding me eternally:
You’re etched into my being…
Francois Bergh
where lost words come to rest in pieces…Carved into me
9 Comments»
lscotthoughts wrote @
This is so lovely, Francois, and perfect image. It’s one of those “sigh” poems~
claudia wrote @
etched into my being…love the pic you chose to go with this…underlines the wounds it causes if you would take it away…in fact you can’t… palpable emotions here..
bmiller007 (@bmiller007) wrote @
etched into my being..great line that…and def speaks of something non fleeting…nice use of language too…cleaves, etched…
brian
http://www.waystationone.com
Beautiful!! I love the image you chose as well, perfect.