Open Poetry #45 |
kiss of a fool |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
A lover laughed so high I could feel her soft breaths soft, so the curtains waved, and a kiss ensued where lips were met but only before we could regret that she was another lover another season that didn't match my fur coat or my skins fallen rope she wouldn't grasp any further so I let go and the night carried something of a sword writhing me of my hopes and a farewell from her as her stilettos left the front door. |
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AncientHippie Member
since 2009-10-15
Posts 411Surfing the Cosmic Flow |
Well, Tomer. My first thought was that I should feel sadness for the breakup of this encounter. That initial feeling changed when I realised the inevitability of the parting. I thought the use of the phrase "another season that didn't match my fur coat" was excellent, and the phrase, "sword writhing me of my hopes" was memorable. A good read. Sutra 4: Do not expect your Path to be smooth. It will have rocks, slippery portions, and parts that are washed away completely. Persevere. |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, Ancient....appreciate the feedback. Cheers Tomer |
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