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Once upon a shore
all was safe, Knowing
his words before form.
She'd touch her lips, kiss
in a celebration of warmth. Yet
Somewhere they listened to another
voice, more tempting than focus.
Today between crisp bread
he lies so easily, she turns
her marbled mouth, seeking
clinical solace.
As the castanet heat becomes dreary
she smiles, still, love
it's tricky.
<Deleted User> (6895)
Mon 17th Jan 2011 18:15
I,m pondering over this poem in a very nice slow way-SW.x
Tricky indeed. Lots here to paint half a picture and get the imagination going on the rest
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<Deleted User> (6315)
Mon 17th Jan 2011 23:02
Thanks guys for giving this some time..very much appreciated.