A black ringlet curls to lie
at the nape of her neck,
glistening with sweat
in the evaporate moonlight...
This is what I remember
now that I cannot forget.
And tonight,
if I have forgotten her name,
I remember...
rigid wire and white lace
half-impressed in her flesh,
our soft cries, like regret
...the enameled white clips
of her bra strap
still inscribe dimpled marks
that my kisses erase...
now that I have forgotten her face.
('The Effects of Memory' by Michael R. Burch)
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Who's willing to forgive grievances and restore the path to peaceful debates? If your vengeance hurls angry words, it's your right to do so and make justice prevail with coherent acts of civility. All civil societies are admired for their restraint from violence. A silent voice is never heard, raise your voice and you'll be heard.
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You caress the creases of my soul with your heartbeat - your love uncurls me
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