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Kevin Taylor
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near Vancouver, BC, Canada


0 posted 01-02-2000 03:41 PM       View Profile for Kevin Taylor   Email Kevin Taylor   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions   Click to visit Kevin Taylor's Home Page   View IP for Kevin Taylor

Her hair is red/blond/basic black
and now she's never coming back
again. You met her on a holiday
you can't recall without her there.
She's moved along and left you holding
empty air. Empty rooms and empty halls
fill the days you can't recall
and left an empty bed alone
beside you.
You met her on a summer day - or was it winter,
who can say?
Like falling leaves you fell
one as the other.

And then one day
she said goodbye
without a word.
She said goodbye.
Her eyes had someone else inside.
You stood there trying to decide
which lip was smiling.
Now every girl you see instead
and every time you turn your head
and all the names of every street
the colours of the sky at night
the act of dawn, the smell of white
whatever tells you you're alive
tells you that you're dead inside.
You hear her laugh in empty rooms.
Count her ribs but they're your own.
Wake up with the afternoon so you don't
have to feel alone. And then one day
she's gone inside. You bring her back and let her slide
away again.

Now mornings fade from grey to green
and somewhere in the days between you
catch an eye.
She catches you.
And spends a night or maybe two.
The hallway and the living room.
The shower and the kitchen floor.
What else had they existed for?
Her altar hips, your praying lips,
her shuddered thighs, your tongue inside,
the I-love-you's that were your guide.
And home again.

Now every smell of every flower
every early morning shower
all the songs on every street
the colors of the sky at night
the act of dawn, the smell of white
whatever tells you you're a man
tells me you're alive again

beside me.




 Kevin


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Denise
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1 posted 01-02-2000 03:51 PM       View Profile for Denise   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Denise

Great poem, Kevin!

 Denise

Pepper
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2 posted 01-02-2000 04:23 PM       View Profile for Pepper   Email Pepper   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Pepper

Wonderful Kevin!!
I do so enjoy your work...

 A soul that writes from the heart and shares it, truly gives a gift extraordinaire!
Shannon


mama duck
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since 12-31-1999
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Northern California


3 posted 01-02-2000 06:16 PM       View Profile for mama duck   Email mama duck   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for mama duck

I enjoyed this a lot. Very nice, Kevin.  
Echo Rhayne
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4 posted 01-04-2000 02:49 AM       View Profile for Echo Rhayne   Email Echo Rhayne   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Echo Rhayne

awww  I liked this one a lot!


 ~*~ ^i^ ~*~ Love is such a lonely art, and death is but a taste. Minds are merely instruments that often go to waste! ~*~ ^i^ ~*~
Severn
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5 posted 01-04-2000 02:55 AM       View Profile for Severn   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Severn

Kevin, this poem really grabbed me!
Excellent atmosphere and I love your word usage. 'Her eyes had someone else inside' - that makes the whole verse.

Well done.



 ...I am not a painter, I am a poet... F. O'Hara
samsonheart
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since 12-20-1999
Posts 72
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6 posted 01-04-2000 04:05 AM       View Profile for samsonheart   Email samsonheart   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for samsonheart

Great poem, Kevin.  

samsonheart
Nan
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7 posted 01-04-2000 07:20 AM       View Profile for Nan   Email Nan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nan's Home Page   View IP for Nan

"Her eyes had someone else inside"..... Haven't we all seen those eyes?  Nice job, Kevin
whiskey
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8 posted 01-04-2000 09:08 AM       View Profile for whiskey   Email whiskey   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit whiskey's Home Page   View IP for whiskey

Wonderful Kevin , Great poem  
Martie
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10 posted 01-07-2000 02:50 PM       View Profile for Martie   Email Martie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Martie's Home Page   View IP for Martie

This poem was wonderful to read.  Very well done!

 In the dew of little things,
the heart finds its morning
and is refreshed.
(ee cummings)
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