Poem -

It is All in the Way That She ..

                                                                               The way she sips
                                                                                       her wine ..
                                                                              The way she takes
                                                                                      herb tea ..
                                                                              The way she strips
                                                                                      white fish
                                                                              from off the bone
                                                                                      and runs
                                                                             her tongue across
                                                                                     her teeth,
                                                                             that taste of mint ..
                                                                                   Each taste
                                                                           so very good to me ..
                                                                                    And then,
                                                                           there is the way she
                                                                                   wears his
                                                                          shirt like that, half on
                                                                                     half off ..
                                                                         Slung low, across her
                                                                                   shoulder ..

 

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Marion

What is there to say? Isn't that exactly how it is...the little things we observe about them that embeds their essence deep within us forever in its own special place ...x

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Neville

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