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b.costen Member
since 2003-11-02
Posts 107ontario, CAN |
Tall That’s what I thought As she sat down and Started eating without Waiting for father Greg to stop praying I shouldn’t peek But she even stops chewing Then puts her fork back In her mouth and starts Again when the eyes open I think you’ve seen her before But you nudge me and ask Who’s that chewing broccoli? With a thin jaw and Black hair tied up so that We stare at her pale legs With the tendons stretched out Under the table until we crack up And she looks Not at us but slant above our heads Where there should have been hair And all last week, was, But now she’s eyeing food again And the images inside me Try to figure out the secret She shadows in the centre of her legs Just hidden beneath her lavender dress And I think again Tall, long These are the words That describe my love for her And the distance she puts there. |
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stevebrklynnyc Member
since 2004-01-04
Posts 292GA, Camden |
Who’s that chewing broccoli? Good line and a good poem. Maybe I see things differntly, no matter, I liked your post. Steve. |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
I like this - enjoyed - must admit the title drew me in - for Tall is and everday word in my life - Gee - your tall - did you play basketball? Hehe - but here - tall is very sensual - I like it-  SusanHappiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Aside from your cracking up, I liked the way you looked at her...  |
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