the yoga of shyness stretched open its
slow, delicate fate.
the Sage sipped tea,
until both tea and sage became a ballet stage.
nestling in slightly pursed lips,
an impulsive thought felt itself there,
right there,
then gave itself permission to sneak out a shivering smile.
then, when her self-imposed legend fell flat on her face, and
He let out a sudden, silly kiss that held on,
and on,
and on & on & on…diligently,
with unforgivable gentleness,
letting his every soulful guitar-lick
imbibe and saturate her bliss.
overwhelmed with healing forgetfulness,
their mirth erupted in chorus.
They laughed and laughed,
Wondering if people are supposed to meet this way.
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Well met indeed Timothy, and however a meeting is to take place it was destined from the beginning of time. A very nice and softly written poem...Scott
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Destiny is meeting ones decision at its center. :-) Thanks again, Scott!
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omg i love your poems that is a sweet one
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Oh my. This was pure delight to read. Visual, sensitive, caring. Very good work here my friend. ~Pamela
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I Agree, Wanda
Most men don't understand librarians. Maybe I'm deluded, but I like to believe I do... -
Thanks Pamela
Thanks for your comment. It was fun to write this one, too. :-)
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"with unforgivable gentleness,
letting his every soulful guitar-lick
imbibe and saturate her bliss."
As a (former) librarian, I gotta tell ya...I love this penning, Timothy...
Yes, people ARE supposed to meet this way...Sighhh...Be well, Poet...
Wanda
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