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a stranger sees beauty which familiarity often leaves undiscovered. but living in such a big city, it made no sense that I should deceive myself in thinking she hadn’t had many other lovers. still, she was the most beautiful and inventive like Hedy Lamarr; with no visible emotional scars in her eyes or intellect. and she brought out the best in me – thus no expletives in my spread spectrum.

and how could I not love
when nothing could armour me against her charm
and she was all I could think about.

because if it be true that madness is always at the door of the mind
then mine was wide open to a love so blind.

so when it failed we were quick to find
that the idea of us had been more damaging than our deeds
and we easily agreed to just leave our past behind.

besides, we figured of civilisation too, it will be said:
‘they loved humanity better than they understood it’.


© Heath Muchena
http://htmm.wordpress.com/
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Been waiting so long my blood has turned cold and purple

and I feel like a lone chameleon in a fruitless passion.



You heard me calling for you, I’m sure you did…

I thought the sweet songs might pique your interest,

but it’s been years and now there’s a clot over the bleed —

the wilted four-leaf clover at the edge of this garden tells all…

the tale of not letting go.



All symptoms show a heart at desire’s end,

a passion watered down,

a spirit on its last glow

and a mind bent on letting go…

so I hope this time it’s not all vine and no taters.



© Heath Muchena
http://htmm.wordpress.com/
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When a man reminisces about old lovers,
His instincts are revived.
He considers his current prospects
And rejoices in old ‘conquests’.
There’s a beautiful nostalgia about it all
And he goes on loving even when he has ceased lusting.

Now assuming as I am…
That when a woman calls on her memory
And remembers old encounters,
She may initially delight in the triggers of that very remembrance –
Often some amusing idiosyncrasies or affectations;
But then she is forced to remember his essence –
How he had her, and how he destroyed her beautiful illusion…
So she ceases to love when her youth withers.



© Heath Muchena
http://htmm.wordpress.com/

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