Perfect Strangers

by Michael D Nalley   May 11, 2015


I wish we had stayed perfect strangers
with our hearts evolved to perfection,
we would have always seen the dangers.
of falling in love with reflections,
the illusion that's older than time.
In our minds strange images cast
without essential reason or rhyme
pursuing lust that never lasts
searching for any forbidden fruit
to make us immortal as the gods
that the Greeks shared with mighty Romans.
Eros or Cupid put us at odds
as desires are blind to omens

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  • 9 years ago

    by Everlasting

    Hmm, I am slightly confused, here is my confusion:

    I didn't quiet understand why the narrator would like to continue being perfect strangers, or rather what exactly did the narrator meant with a perfect stranger?

    For myself, an stranger is someone who we haven't met, so in that sense, I would think that in this poem, the narrator would have liked to have not met that someone. In a way, I feel that perhaps the relationship didn't quiet work, and both got separated. Perhaps, lust was the main portion of the relationship rather than love? And perhaps, if both would have remained strangers, there's be the possibility of seeing each other?

    I'm not quiet sure, but nice piece.

  • 9 years ago

    by Avanish Ingle

    Great !!!

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