Just one more moment of truth,
here where the land is new
although I am not, nor you.
You know, your kiss was not “all that,”
it did not make mountains chip off,
nor did it cause a heated flush.
It was not your lips but the thought
of it. Cross-breathing with a brilliant mind
has its own way of saying goodbye.
Here, place the mouth of your madness
against the mew of mine and grab fern-coils
of my hair in your squared fingers,
hold my head so I have to accept it.
I have not, you know. My lips taste your
Hello forever.
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God, that is so true.
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very nice i love the discription
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thank you, marinclaric. There are some very rpecious moments...even ones that say goodbye.
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"Cross-breathing with a brilliant mind
has its own way of saying goodbye."
Yes, it surely does...
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Yes, dear one, it does......we know brillinace when we have had it in our lives in the form of another.... we search for that brilliance, perhaps, for the rest of our lives.
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Another great piece of writing Carol . . . but what else would come from your fluid pen . . .
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Had it not been so brillinat, the sun's setting woudl not have hurt so in its setting...I deal with this at this time of year...near the cusp of the crushing.
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Ohhhh .. I love the way you express not accepting good-bye. "My lips taste your hello forever" what a wonderful line. Thank you so much for your entry.
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there is something about hello being so connected to goodbye for me. I would liek to be able to keep that hello forever...but eventually, when the psyche sorts it out...goodbye becomes beautiful. Thank you, friend, for the honor.
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