Tag Archives: relationship

Once

Once I did not want words, words Words. Because I could not think about them. And so you leaned in upon my chest, My face falling in your hair, We traded gentle breaths. Once When I did not want words. … Continue reading

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It can be subtle

There is her fret of pout and stare. Off into the early Evening elms, Littered with starlings, Noisily jostling for night warmth. It seems subtle, yet subtle is a tricky Word.  S-U-B-T-L-E: suttle. See? How cleverly hard. Gentle push, indiscernible … Continue reading

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Wander

Look darling how our path is funny, strange and never straight. Like the butterfly wandering in his slightly drunken state. Come along the shoreline with me, watch the tide recede. Bubbly lines of sea foam linger there in need. See … Continue reading

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Weak Grounds

  The black wetness turned into the big trash can, Refuse with use, not giving them a second chance. Truculent she is. Damn stubborn. Unyielding. Downward spiral Goes the leftover swirling red tomato juice, Vodka signified a truce, Though shortly … Continue reading

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Flowers Laughing

  She stepped out again to smoke. To sit among her garden flowers, Now laughing; and quietly wile away A day with lilies, dahlias, iris and Bright wisteria scents slashing. Laughing at nothing but happy and gay, And her smoke … Continue reading

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When it dies

I’m comparing our love to a tree With no apples. I mean, there were apples, There are apples. They lie Strewn, half hidden In black leaves, sweet Even in forgotten rotting. Flittering titmouse pecks Incessantly at the furled Flesh of … Continue reading

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Voice Mail

The voice spoke as the doves cooing softly, Over smooth lake water in the late afternoon. At once soothing and quickening my heart, Trembling, trepid and uncertain but certain. Her image appeared with the words as I stood staring through … Continue reading

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