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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Two wraiths in a gust in-between frames with a Third ...was it when i bumped into you last a little put out by the awkwardness something not willed not even by chance who knows an air of Oh please spare me the excuse eyes darting from cheek to contorting lips the turning breeze curling into your bitten bud of an ear expiring burnt breath just the intimate release of breathless control shifting feet somewhere in some other film frame a door closing creaking in the soft amber sheen of the flickering street lamp was it in another slot of time held in some half-remembered patched-up reel footsteps slap quick-shuffled the soundtrack dragging the heels The Third Man down wet cobbled stones claroscuro classic withholding comment no time to grasp even the outstretched hand a finger or two trailing no the index thumb and Mount of Venus ever so lightly alerting the eyes yet for a fractured second averting eye-contact slicing presences or was it just that i wished to overlook the rebuff thwart the unkindest cut into my roiling belly juices the day you took careful aim for some slight some mite of a pain complaint a moment so gossamer thin so ephemeral no trace lingers in the wind-swept thrusts of the pulse in the brain does one hesitate in the accusing hour an old sagging man cap in hand wordless and wan hardly daring to lift lame will and sorry self for once the back is turned no thoughts of humped puffing breath bathing the cheeks the lips the bacteria baked unbrushed stench and the less than hoped-for wish trailing aghast when next we stumble and slip from one another's grasp... © T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
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