Autumn Ehrhardt Poet Free verse

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48.
The lingering halt of half burnt day.
Always the back of the throat tingles
When you are caught at attention.

I want to hide behind real smiles
With sincere silk promises.
I understand love,
I burn with it.

Hey I sit back and pontificate enough
Filled with the heart stuff
Now it should be hard to fantasize
But I shouldn’t isn’t easy.
In fact I didn’t.

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Robert A. Dufresne April 6, 2012 at 11:40 AM I was entertained by your last stanza, Autumn in conjunction with the first two that were so understandable. Interesting and enjoyable twist on things.