Love – your love;
Want – your need;
Sex – our act;
Love – our deed.

Touch – my skin;
Joy – it starts;
Feel – desire;
Warm – our hearts.

Time – moves on;
New – grows old;
We – decline;
Pale – grown mould.

Love – no love;
Want – no need;
Sex – an act;
Love – unfeed.

Touch – no more;
Shun – your breath;
Once – our love;
Cold – its death.


~ by David Heslin on 02/04/2008.

One Response to “Fungi”

  1. Strange that I wrote this less than half-way into the relationship, but clearly the cracks were beginning to show by this point. Having said that, I’m not sure exactly how personal this was. It certainly owes a lot to the song “Bloodflowers” by The Cure, which follows this device of repeating the same lines with different outcomes.

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