When I say your name - if only for the
few brief seconds it takes to conjure,
sitting lusciously within my mind's reach,
then pour out of my throat, flow off my
tongue, slip between my teeth, linger
on my lips and hover in the air - for
those few seconds the pain is less,
on my lips and hover in the air - for
those few seconds the pain is less,
I don't hurt as much, and for that,
I thank you. [the painting is "Miranda" by John William Waterhouse]
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3 comments:
Lovely. :)
You write beautifully.
Aye - I regularly win penmanship awards.
(The classier thing to do would be to just say thank you, but I'll choke their rivers with my dead before I adopt any civilizin' ways.)
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