"do you?" he wondered into my palms
sweat, spit, sighs and pulse combine
his head my lap our couch
the door and window too far
the oven is not on, the phone does not ring
i have no excuse to leave
his question
a white gloved finger dragging across my chest
finding that dust has settled on this love
and i am not good as i thought i would be at housekeeping silk plants
our cornered canards neither grow, nor die nor change with time
just sit and mock our shadows as we continue to pass the threshold
thusly, i've discovered that laughter is too overwhelming for this empty loft of ours
the octave of a woman's glee tends to carry easily pass the walls and down the hall
to opening elevator doors
where not even the echoed thud of grocery bags purse dry cleaning and keys
can cover flower scented giggles that chase trust back to the first floor of our building
i have every right to remain silent
and continue calculating the change
in the number of morning to midnight cigarette butts in the ashtray.





"lying is the most fun a girl can have with out taking her clothes off" alice.

and the following lines...

the door and window too far
the oven is not on, the phone does not ring
i have no excuse to leave
his question
a white gloved finger dragging across my chest
finding that dust has settled on this love
and i am not good as i thought i would be at housekeeping silk plants
our cornered canards neither grow, nor die nor change with time
just sit and mock our shadows as we continue to pass the threshold
thusly, i've discovered that laughter is too overwhelming for this empty loft of ours

welcome... Peace~

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l'amour est la médecine fidèle d'un dieu.

i think i feel my skin going scaled.
can i come up for air? ©amel larrieux

You managed to make what could have been a very contrived topic into something essentially real. I love the line about the silk houseplants. This rocked!

this right here:

i am not good as i thought i would be at housekeeping silk plants


was delicious...i love your writing style and i adore you name....i'll be looking for it more often....solid solid solid


miss k---------

you only lost me with this line

>where not even the echoed thud of grocery bags purse dry
>cleaning and keys
>can cover flower scented giggles that chase trust back to the
>first floor of our building

"do you?"

every story has a back story, to me.

i ask that you picture the scene in the following lines:

"the octave of a woman's glee tends to carry easily pass the walls and down the hall
to opening elevator doors
where not even the echoed thud of grocery bags purse dry cleaning and keys
can cover flower scented giggles that chase trust back to the first floor of our building"

i see a woman hearing another woman's laughter coming from her apartment. she drops everything in her arms and runs back to the elevator.

see it now?

the most creative work i've seen on the board in a while..i'm tempted to post again.

peace


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myself is sculptor of
your body’s idiom:
the musician of your wrists;
the poet who is afraid
only to mistranslate
a rhythm in your hair...
-E.E. Cummings

and for that reason i'm uppin' this one again...because she sure inspired me on the inkwell...missk