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THIS IS A FICTIONAL WRITE THAT EXPLORES THE QUESTION OF WHAT LOVE IS. IT DOES SO IN A DRAMATIC WAY, AFTER ALL THAT IS MY DNA. IT ALSO TAKES A UNIQUE AND CONTROVERSIAL APPROACH TO THE TOPIC. IT IS MEANT TO STIR THOUGHT NOTHING ELSE. IT POSES QUESTIONS AND SUGGESTS ANSWERS BUT MAKES NO CONCLUSIONS. SOMETIMES AS WRITERS WE HAVE TO MAKE WAVES. SOME WILL RIDE THOSE WAVES ON THEIR SURFBOARDS AND CONSIDER THEM INVITING. OTHERS WILL FEEL THE WAVES CRASHING AGAINST THEIR FLESH AND IT WILL BE PAINFUL. Love is a streetwalker at the corner of Hooker Lane and Prostitute Crescent. You wanted to pay. Do it and leave. That's the way it's suppose to happen. But it doesn't quite go like that. She is looking at your eyes and she sees something and it feels like love to her. She cries and her tears are real. She touches your face with her pretty little hand and goosebumps run up your spine and you lose your breath. You kiss her and stroke her hair and you are staring into her eyes as her pain grabs you by the biceps and touches your heart. So you just hold her you hold her and you love her as if she is a beam sent for you to project sent for you to protect. She opens up and says words you heard in her tears. You listen you hold her and you just listen as she peers into your subconscious to sit with the frightened child inside of you. You take each others hands and you roll in the softness of the innocence of your childhood. Your silly hopes and dreams. Hopes and dreams that back then were anything but silly. She is beautiful. She is barely twenty. And you? Well you are going on thirty or is it forty. You pray God will save her. Not pray you mumble it. Her smile tells you she knows. She feels like your responsibility and you don’t want her to die on the street working her corner. You don’t want to feel but you do. You are a weaved outer core of veins and you do. You feel everything. You are her. She looks in the White Knight eyes she pinned on your face and you know the pins are there and you see her with your Gladiator brights. You make love to her and she loves you back and holds you in her dream of what might have been. She is your Queen and you have stripped your armor, stripped your flesh and your organs. You are naked in her shine. You are raw in her light. Sex? Sex costs one hundred and fifty bucks! Sex? Sex is two dogs humping in the park. Sex is not love, it is empty. Empty because the person is a stranger and there is no emotional connection. At least that is what you thought. But one day you are 53 years old and you think of your one hour bought woman. Did I say woman? She was a girl a vulnerable lost girl. It is more than ten years later and you still remember her. That single hour in your life and it is engraved on your skull. Tattooed to your mind. Just one word. FOREVER. You can barely remember six year long relationships but you can still remember the touch of a woman, yes a woman you were with for just one hour in your life. You can still feel her skin. Her tears still burn like molten lava. She is still on your palette; you still feel every word that penetrated your hide and struck the part of you that was her. You remember it. Not as a single moment but as every tick of the clock, and the multitudes of emotions, of thoughts, of realizations, of questions that existed in each and every second and you wonder... Maybe you can buy love. Or at least find it on the other end of a financial transaction, maybe once you did.. Maybe love doesn't last three hundred and sixty five pages like in a novel. Maybe love isn't roses from the first frame to the closing credits, with a beginning a middle and an end Maybe love is the memory of a 60 minute love affair with a working girl you met all those years ago. A memory safe and sound, written and produced, neatly tucked in the black vinyl grooves on the highway between your heart and your brain. 07~12~2014 Maurice Yvonne

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Date: 4/8/2017 2:49:00 PM
Hello Maurice. I turned to this entry at random. I didn't know what was behind the door before I turned the page. Your words held my interest from start to finish. It was a powerful entry throughout with a powerful ending to match. You have captured your reader with your writing. Bless the working girl. Well done in its entirety.
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Date: 12/11/2014 8:04:00 PM
A very powerful, thought provoking poem Maurice. Sorry I'm late but congratulations on poem of the day. I've been busy baking Christmas cookies for two days. :-).
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Date: 12/9/2014 3:48:00 PM
oops hubby was hurrying me to finish my comment before :-( congrats on poem of the day:-) Hugs jan xxx
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Date: 12/9/2014 1:10:00 PM
Very thought provoking write Maurice- reminds me of Roxanne - have read it through twice now - wherever we get it we need to have love in our live:-( faves and 7 I want to be able to explore this one again:-) Hugs Jan xx
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Date: 12/9/2014 10:42:00 AM
An excellent, emotive write, Maurice! Yes, love can be found in all places, anywhere that two people can connect on a spiritual level. You captured this perfectly and left questions in my mind about human experiences and love. I have a a story to share with you. I will soupmail you soon...congrats on being TPOD!!
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Date: 12/9/2014 10:16:00 AM
creative and an interesting take on love
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Date: 12/9/2014 10:10:00 AM
Hi Maurice, congratulations on your poem being selected Poem of the Day! Very thought-provoking and moving for sure. Sandra
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Date: 12/9/2014 9:25:00 AM
Again -- nicely done dear friend! Affairs of the heart are powerful -- with the head and heart transforming them to mystic levels. Congrats!
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Date: 12/9/2014 8:56:00 AM
Good story, Maurice, congratulations on poem of the day. Blessings eve 7
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Date: 12/9/2014 3:47:00 AM
Stopping back with my congrats on POD.
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Date: 12/9/2014 3:32:00 AM
- Woooow ...... bit of a work, beautifully ..... a whole novel - Very skilled written,dear Maurice !!!! - Congratulations on your P.O.T.D. ! - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 12/9/2014 3:13:00 AM
This is a very deep write which definatley explores "love" and invokes thoughts in one's mind......greatly done....
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Date: 12/8/2014 5:28:00 PM
Interesting work..And there is the movie "Pretty Woman"..Enjoyed reading today..Thanks for the visit to my page..Sara
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Date: 12/8/2014 2:57:00 PM
An outstanding piece...really makes one think...A7 and fav my friend
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Date: 12/8/2014 8:14:00 AM
very deep, very beautiful. So glad I saw this one this morning. I had one of these!! Well, it was a very innocent encounter, just kissing in a car. It lasts forever and ever. Maybe it simply means that you never get to know the person long enough for it to stay in the mind as anything other than true love. It's very interesting, the metaphor of love as a "working girl." I really enjoyed this one. It's a fave for sure!!
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Date: 12/7/2014 7:21:00 PM
Maurice, you sure have a talent for being creative and broaching taboos topics, I think this is great, I have something to go along with this, soon, but this is another creative thought provoking piece. I tip my hat to you kind sir!
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Date: 12/7/2014 5:37:00 PM
This brings to mind Sting's song "Roxanne". I was moved by what started out as an improbable idea. You moved me beyond my initial perception. I was seduced by the humanity that you expressed so eloquently.
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Date: 12/7/2014 5:11:00 PM
Yes, Yes!! I tracked the whole way -- I just felt this way at Arlington National Cemetery -- all these crosses, all these lives . . . it was an emotional experience of who they might have been -- a deep connection to the past. The touching of another person's soul is an emotional/spiritual connection -- I believe it doesn't matter if there is physical contact -- though that usually charges the connection. I have even felt a connection to people here that I have not even met but let I know
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Date: 12/7/2014 5:14:00 PM
through their words. Sorry for rambling but Love is powerful my dear friend . . . it expands outside of time and it's cost, it's cost is our willingness to embrace it!! I could go on but I will spare you. Keep loving my friend . . .
Date: 12/7/2014 2:45:00 PM
Maurice...I don't know what to write. I felt this piece deeply. I think it's a probable scenario...the eyes speak...and perhaps a connection was made that brought understanding. You brought that clearly by your statement...YOU ARE HER. It's a profound write....the connection that lasts. I enjoyed reading this. hugs
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