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I November, ember sighs III
by A. Paige White Love is left handed for me
roams his city street
trading trash with the neighbors
the last straw, or for leaves, burning for me
Love is left handed for me
always goes ahead to open the door
and gives me a look if I forget
Love wants to honor love more
Love is sweet small surprises, phrases
flowers, calls loving my voice
Love is cool caresses, kisses that daze
left handed lover of choice
11/03/2008 Author's Note: Missin you like it's a Monday, baby.
I hate Mondays
Posted on 11/03/2008
Copyright © 2024 A. Paige White
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/03/08 at 09:12 PM [gulp], you jes gonna put this out-loud...oh, wait...i thought that was only to me, mmmmm really, love is...that's a gutsy call on your part but one you topped with that capture of the fuzzy[nameless]feeling/aura felt in phrases, or caresses, with the dime novel excluded these things(the little things)are closer to it...i've tried to name love and it's a tough thingeee to hold still long enough to see it... |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/04/08 at 12:14 AM "or for leaves, burning for me" - love these lines, and the left handed angle to this.
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| Posted by Maria Massarella on 11/07/08 at 01:55 AM Love is in the tender-loving way you have written of it all. Simply Beautiful!...m.a |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/01/09 at 02:07 AM Oh! What a great take on the timeless topic. Especially like: "Love wants to honor love more" Written by a true lover with gentle beauty. |
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