Open Poetry #47 |
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Amore |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
The French liaison With her skirt on his hands His grip of her dime like hands She watched the workman Pour oil onto the streets curbsides The harps Serenading the streets With Amore in the air The sleeve of her dress Lightly rubbing against His sweater Together they walked on an island Near the Rivera With such bliss With the strangers around them Becoming one with the ground He kissed her for the first time that night For he didnÕt want to lose Her heart the way he lost his father So he took all his might With the kiss, The kiss that said I hold you and the night together The kiss of every memoir left By those that came before them Amore |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Nice! Very romantic. Reflective on the past. Eric true love never looks after it's own interests |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, Eric. Happy you enjoyed Cheers |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: Very lovely thought! Nice atmosphere. Love, Margherita ![]() |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, Margherita...hope you're doing well. Cheers |
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