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I saw too much
I felt too long.
The whispers of my pain
remembered only a fatal oblivion...
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FATAL OBLIVION 

 A morning
remembered only
for its damask entry
a velvet touch
along hemlined
quasi-dream.

This leisure waking state
nebulous of prism-light
golden-stillness enfolding
a noncommittal fog
of half-twilight, sinking.

Shadows flit then tease
broken, seeking form
from invisible placenta-thought
retinas thrust inside blindness
external visions impaired,
     neatly aborted ~
     fatal oblivion.

Memory, snow blanketed
with intermittent waves
of fire and cold
tug from quiescent core
weeping through
fabrics of mortal reluctance.

It's at this moment
we are most vulnerable
abandoned even in love.
Your arms wrapped snugly 
around me feel a distant
world away.

As you kiss the air between us,
all realism asunder,
bent in the coil of an
arctic caress,
my lips acknowledge 
a measure of unspeakable hunger,
the first light rays
of unintended emptiness. 



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Author's Note:

Still in draft stages, my 6th book, "Fatal Oblivion."
Will let you know when the book is near completion
and ready for market.

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Poem from "Fatal Oblivion"
By Susan Joyner-Stumpf 2009©