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.











Thursday, November 24, 2011

Magpie 92: 'Anoesis'



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.

10 comments:

  1. What a beautiful offering. Isn't love just like that? Taking your breath away and surprising us. Well done.

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  2. Your poem ranks among my favorite this week ...

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  3. A delightful approach, and beautifully expressed.

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  4. Breathtaking, I agree, a kiss with the right person. :)

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  5. very nice.
    i 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."

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  6. i dream above water mmmmm

    http://zongrik.wordpress.com/2011/08/29/the-kiss/

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  7. I agree with Tess, such an elegant write.

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  8. You have a way of looking at the world that is totally original.. always questioning just like you should.

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