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A Cellular Memory

He spoke to me and I
felt his words 
on the back of my neck
as near as a sunburn,
yet I dared not look at him.

He sat closer than I was comfortable
yet I could not move away
my heart beating – a timpanic vibration,
emblem of mortality
which left me breathless.

The sun shrouded in afternoon clouds
a small disc of celestial music
was nothing but mute gospel.

There was no savior watching
over me  and no forgiveness 
for the sin of being available.

I danced with an invisible partner.
Until I grew, I knew only the
daily news of his breath
on the back of my neck.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 12/16/2017 12:39:00 PM
Terrific narrative Annette, so very well done...
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Annette Gagliardi
Date: 12/19/2017 9:26:00 PM
thanks again, Charlie
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Annette Gagliardi
Date: 12/19/2017 9:26:00 PM
thanks again, Charlie