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All Due Grace
She still moves in feline ways
Down my hall in deep twilight
She considers me, and stays
Her touch felt for one more night
She favors a simple stroke
Her fingers deft, steady and sure
Digits tightening to a choke
Until I see her vast allure
I come in streams, but not explode
Traces sparkling on her face
I can feel my heart implode
As she accepts my load with all due grace.
Down my hall in deep twilight
She considers me, and stays
Her touch felt for one more night
She favors a simple stroke
Her fingers deft, steady and sure
Digits tightening to a choke
Until I see her vast allure
I come in streams, but not explode
Traces sparkling on her face
I can feel my heart implode
As she accepts my load with all due grace.
Published 30th May 2018
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30th May 2018 8:14pm
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30th May 2018 10:16pm
Most folks probably don't associate that moment with the word "Grace." Bravo, indeed! Your poem confirms how perfect a description, is grace, cognate to the Greek word for gift, χάρις (charis) which she most certainly was in your poem, as is your poem for us to read! A most generous gift!
31st May 2018 11:06pm
I love your erudite comments, Reggie. Thanks for the background on "grace." I was an English major but had no idea...
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31st May 2018 2:44am
My Lovely Sir Crow- this was fantabulous!! I shall say no more! Love you! With much love - Taryn xoxo
31st May 2018 11:07pm
2nd Jun 2018 2:15pm
Hmm... I thought it was a kitten that wandered your way....:) good read Crowfly.
3rd Jun 2018 7:43pm
