The First Tastetimid teeth tear gently at theThe First Taste
tender meat of pale pink pieces of shrimp
whose left lonely tails
rest decidedly on the edge of a plastic plate placed
comfortably in the folds of a snow white comforter
blue eyes give notice
to blue eyes whose concern
may not be concealed
taste and touch for tasteless touch a waste of love and time and
he sits staring intently blue eyes swimming soflty across the canvas into her blue eyes two lives drifting gently off the canvas into one
and she waits wanting the millions of
“nothin
3am -- September 1st, 2003I remember, the first time that the biting cold of the ocean felt warm.3am -- September 1st, 2003
We cut the soles of our feet on the barnacle encrusted stones of Kopachuck State Park
and we were alone. Cutts Island rose defiantly out of the calm,
sailboats tilted to port on their keels as the muddy earth had risen to greet them. The only sounds,
laboring breaths of a harbor seal stealing a snack by the light of a harvest moon,
the steady lapping of the tides against our feet.
We swam for hours under the starlit skies of the Puget Sound
and suddenly I knew.
I knew as our bodies slipp
Ages of Exhausted ExistenceIn the ten minutes where theAges of Exhausted Existence
moon has receded yet the sun will not rise
the world is asleep and
the streets are neither light nor dark.
The cosmic refusal to define one’s self
as night or day
reflects the state of dreaming the
inhabitants of slumber reside within.
Streetlights flicker in indecision
while aged automobiles of generations
whose paint peels to the oil slicked sidewalks
lie below and turn themselves over,
pumping eternities of exhaust out their tailpipes
as owners, still sleeping, pump thoughts through their own.
&
I sold my soul...
for the gesture
from the bottom of my
heart
many thanks
Holly
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When enthusiasm is driven by confidence any goal can be attained
-Robert E. Regent
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You can't win.
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You can't win.
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je reclame
la liberte a
grands cris
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You can't win.
(thanks. I've got no confidence in my stuff, so comments like that help.
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je reclame
la liberte a
grands cris
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You can't win.
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