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A Prosie for Tessa
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Escobar New Member
since 2007-10-25
Posts 6 |
I called on Tuesday to ask you out for old time’s sake, just to take you away from the oxcarts and dung. But you were busy gathering up crumbs from our loaves and fishes and said your basket was full of moth holes and scorpions. On Saturday night I opened a bottle of fifteen year old and christened the crystal with gold. Rang you again, said the moon had begged pardon for clouds in the garden and asked if his sugarplum please would come home. You sweetened the connection with a brief tease and tart, but answered that the granadilla was bitter and wormwooded as the absinth of which you’d grown fonder. On a coming down Sunday, I texted my last message with the stone finger of a martyr and pled my case to your long distance hangman posed over the disconnect. In pitiless rhyme before the click, you told me apples were rosy in your far pasture and all the wine from a distant city couldn’t make Eden flow like a river again. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
This is indeed, some lovely prose... Thank you for gracing us, Escobar. Please! Check your email for a Very Special Greeting! " It matters not this distance now " Excerpt, Yesterday's Love |
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Escobar New Member
since 2007-10-25
Posts 6 |
Thank you Sunshine. |
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