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Sunday's Cold Clear Water
Skype…vodka...
A piano bar...
Freshly warmed paper...
Gloves fade their white into cold snowed angels …
Cups of intrepid coffee...
Urban windows and familiar calls...the laughter of freedom
Sound of chance spilling into a broken man's ear...
Warm eyes that stare me back....a bed of leaves and time to lie there...
A tapping at my door...
The wind, playing shrilled charade with branches gum tree...
A walk with the steel-colored sky…
Simple words whispered...warm leg crossing warm leg...
Pillow smiles...
A postcard's arrival from Pablo's Peru...
The lingering drip of warm kisses in cold-clear water
The tide shrugging my rolled up feet...
A cloudy saxophone crying down summer's death…
a violin, wailing the winter’s crib…
The smell of your Sunday lotion...the brush of your hair 'gainst my chest, dangling in our broke up morning...
Eyelashes and falling stars
Willing time back to days of spirals and intimacy
When light served well a meal to curious eyes...
Still, what helps me the most my
darling, is this incurable answer...
of you.
Published 14th Nov 2015
| Edited 28th Nov 2015
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14th Nov 2015 5:54am
saxophone & violin among sublime souvenirs,
& the greatest of these is love.
pleasant reading...
& the greatest of these is love.
pleasant reading...
Anonymous
14th Nov 2015 1:03pm
I'm gonna end up with a full reading list full of you if I'm not careful...
If I was wearing a hat I would tip it - great job. Knowing what it's about really helped in communicating some of the images in this, which are all singular snippets, all individual thoughts... and of course, all you. The last three lines... I'm such a fan of the closing of poems, as I think that's where the gems often lay. This doesn't disappoint.
Oh and I like 'Sunday's cold clear water' much more than 'Sunday's lotion' - better.
Thanks for the read, America.
If I was wearing a hat I would tip it - great job. Knowing what it's about really helped in communicating some of the images in this, which are all singular snippets, all individual thoughts... and of course, all you. The last three lines... I'm such a fan of the closing of poems, as I think that's where the gems often lay. This doesn't disappoint.
Oh and I like 'Sunday's cold clear water' much more than 'Sunday's lotion' - better.
Thanks for the read, America.
15th Nov 2015 4:33am
Such a beautifully intimate rumination.
A postcard's arrival from Pablo's Peru...
My stomach melted.
A postcard's arrival from Pablo's Peru...
My stomach melted.
