there was a strut
in the shift
of moonlight
legs spent
knees knocking
against asphalt,
bodies prone
to stumble
and still
you placed flowers
on slender wrists,
watched
the way I moved
cradling
the bruised exterior
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This is interesting. I like the wordplay and the thought provoking imagery here.
My journey to this poem:
I can feel a lighter pain (if such exist). I sense a salvage relationship inspite of everything that happened. Sediments can bruise us. It may heal but a scar will be left as a trace of once and forced forgotten pain regardless of its weight.
Thanks for sharing and it is always a pleasure to read your work.
HENSLEY
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I agree, it's all been said. You have an amazing way with words and you bend them at your will and I always find honesty in your work, love it.
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miss reading your work...
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i love this.
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wonderful poetry, capturing.
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wonderful, interesting wording..
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it's all been said. Tender indeed.
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I know I often use these words to describe your writing, Melissa...but again, this piece is simply poignant and lovely, my Friend. Tenderness, indeed. 
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lovely...
the word "cradling" is just perfect here.
beautiful work, as always.
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the thing that remains, after other things have passed, moved on, here it seems to be an act of tenderness, and an enduring memory...[I've missed your words lately]... PK
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