[Lingering]

Sun, 10/20/2013 - 16:48 -- cdermod

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There is something thrilling about a single moment

about instinct and action

because in a moment, which freezes in time

something is born

an idea comes to life.

it came to life between warm lips and

entwined fingers

and secrets.

I kissed Helen of Troy

I kissed Bukowski’s Frances

I kissed the girl who listens.

in that moment, there was nothing but she,

she who shines like a diamond and garners the envy of the brightest stars

in a black-and-white world

of perpetual night.

you’ll find this girl’s mind

discoursing with kings and queens of literature

reasoning with Wilde, Thoreau, Bradbury and Lewis

and daring to boldly imagine between the pages.

you’ll find this girl’s body

in the limelight

all the world is her stage

with the grace of a goddess

and a body to match

warm lips, suggesting hips.

you’ll find this girl’s soul

if you search (as I have)

and there you might glimpse it

from the flash of her smile

the smell of her hair

the linger of her kiss

she breathes inspiration

and her movements flirt mystery.

but I know it can’t last

and when I am gone

you’ll find this girl

who kissed me and

I kissed her back.

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