The curve of the slant enticed me
as the pool in his eyes gave rushes
I encircled the path we'd previously traveled
like molecules left out on the shelf
In the distance my heart retreated
lost in the core of his refined neglect
gulping for air that was so missing
satisfied that the blow would be swift
Grateful for the reserve of emotions
yes, there are places one can travel
where roads are for the most part un-used
abstract views, vertical and horizontal line mixtures
Over staying of warm welcomes are not encouraged
for the thrill lapses in the elapsed time's quickie moments
its in such times and such places one loses the self
and the road home seems to never un-wind.
Author notes
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Comments
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Good write...
last stanza? Well, it's a jewel. Nicely written.
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Thanks
I like my handy excuses...hahaha...if ever there are any ?sss hahaha I always let people know that I wrote this or that when I was half asleep, smile, so I call most of my poems my midnight writes-this is one of those poems hahaha most of my poems don't make much sense - so now you know why...
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