Bittersweet
Posted on May 14, 2018
by Linda Lee Lyberg
22 Comments
The memory of our first kiss
Such bittersweet times when you were mine
living a tempestuous life, sublime.
Forbidden pleasures in your arms
the taste of port wine on succulent lips
a daring gauntlet thrown when we kissed
as passionate war raged in tainted bed.
Nothing restrained the ache of bliss
with each passing day
fading away
the memory of our first kiss.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: A palindrome poem can be read forward or backward.
Oh, I loved this so much!! Words so elegantly woven into romantic verse! Bellissimo!!
xoxo
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Thank you Chuck. Hope you are well!
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Yes, and so behind in catching up. Hope all is well with you too, My Dear!
xoxo
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Yes, all good. 😊
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Wonderful, Linda!
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Thank you! I truly appreciate your feedback.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Come read of forbidden pleasures and aching bliss in Linda’s – BITTERSWEET.
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Thank you Chuck! Such a sweetheart. 😊
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Ha! You are too kind – maybe a – Bittersweet heart?? LOL!
xoxo
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Haha! Could be. xoxo
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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So sensuous and beautifully written.
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Thanks Megha!
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Beautiful….!!
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Thank you!
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Thanks Chuck.
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Linda, this piece connects with me in a very sad but deep way. As memories of a first kisses fade, as memories of a unrestrained bliss fade, I am moved by your words and how they connect with me. – Stephen
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Thank you Stephen. I am so touched by your words.
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You are very welcome. The connection we all make through our words is a good one. It is a pleasure reading yours.
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So true.
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