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Dash
by Anita MacI've got a crick
in my neck
from hiding my face.
There were words fizzing up
in my reptilian brain
and I woke up one morning
able to taste your air from across the room.
But a thing I longed for years ago
(that dark place in your eyes that makes me feel lost;
your kiss on my shoulder as I drift off)
has become confused opportunity.
03/07/2013 Author's Note: Been a while, but I'm still here.
Posted on 03/07/2013
Copyright © 2024 Anita Mac
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 03/07/13 at 06:44 PM That is welcome progress; confusion is my second home, so I now have an idea for décor...expressive painting, as always, Ms Mac. |
| Posted by Richard Vince on 03/07/13 at 11:07 PM good to see something from you, love. i hope you're OK. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/07/13 at 11:39 PM And thank goodness you are. This was awesome. |
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