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feeling like floating
by Angela Thomaswhen i walked into the room, you were the only
one i saw standing at that table alone, so we struck
up a funny conversation. and then your arm kept
on brushing against mine during the ceremony
between giggles. the sheer truth spilling out
of my mouth, eyes dancing on your lips, hands
resting on your back for a fleeting second, seemed
unable to contain itself. we danced. me poorly,
you clearly trained, and there was a moment
when i wanted so bad to just kiss you soft.
we lay on the beach and talked and talked
about everything, the night stretching on
like waves rolling to shore. with purpose
and effortless all at once. it was magic. 11/21/2012 Author's Note: for michael
Posted on 11/21/2012
Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas
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| Posted by Paganini Jones on 02/11/13 at 09:49 PM Mmm. Delicious! An un-rhymed sonnet and all the better for that with the overtones it adds - I Love it!
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