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| Magpie Tales 92 |
I dream above water,
yet,
somehow,
forget to breathe when our lips meet,
and come away each time,
gasping for air,
newly startled, that you are not sustenance enough.
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If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?
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Here is the desk drawer in which all of my odds and ends are kept, tidbits that would otherwise never see the light of day.
Life: Now and Then
If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?
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Here is the desk drawer in which all of my odds and ends are kept, tidbits that would otherwise never see the light of day.
What a beautiful offering. Isn't love just like that? Taking your breath away and surprising us. Well done.
ReplyDeleteI remember it well! A charming piece
ReplyDeleteYour poem ranks among my favorite this week ...
ReplyDeleteA delightful approach, and beautifully expressed.
ReplyDeleteBreathtaking, I agree, a kiss with the right person. :)
ReplyDeletevery nice.
ReplyDeletei like it.
theres a song in which theres a line that goes: "know ill always love you but right now i just dont like you."
i dream above water mmmmm
ReplyDeletehttp://zongrik.wordpress.com/2011/08/29/the-kiss/
Beautiful, elegant...
ReplyDeleteI agree with Tess, such an elegant write.
ReplyDeleteYou have a way of looking at the world that is totally original.. always questioning just like you should.
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