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Love

Unbroken smooth between before after
bruises bashes and shatters
Beyond humid shocking kisses rather
a cool lasting that matters.

You are the one safe place I know.

Fingertip gravity cheeks to lips
Returning coming going and home
Never leaving steadfast praying grips
the exploding expanse of a poem.

You are what I will never give up.

Arlington to Golgotha, offices to factories
Shoulder in, eyes forward, chin up
Quiet unspoken shared stories
lingering lost ring of a coffee cup.

You are my favorite ghost.

(written for One Single Impression)
http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.com/
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  1. Harshad MehtaMay 8, 2011 at 12:15 AM

    You are in love. Indeed.

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  2. World So WideMay 8, 2011 at 1:55 AM

    "You are what I will never give up."

    Beautiful.

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  3. AnonymousMay 8, 2011 at 2:40 AM

    I love the form of this poem, the alternating fast and slow rhythms which give it a real feeling of life and the reality of love. It's a lovely and expressive poem.

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  4. PremIMay 8, 2011 at 2:59 AM

    Love so intense...

    "You are the one safe place I know."
    Wow,it's just beautiful.

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  5. AnonymousMay 8, 2011 at 6:00 PM

    The one lines in-between are just beautiful and so meaningful.

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  6. SandyCarlsonMay 8, 2011 at 6:45 PM

    A cool lasting that matters.

    The love in these lines is so open and real.

    And yet, the ghost....

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  7. JingleMay 9, 2011 at 8:53 AM

    so passionate,
    never giving up,
    bless you.

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