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IN HIS TRANCE
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2003 Poetry I heard you spoke of her
itching to know who she was
I inclined closely toward your lips
my ears waited impatiently
and my hands were burning
to land on your cheek
snores ensued my long wait
your lips--sealed and silent
like an innocent baby asleep
while I remained wordless
just grinding my teeth
and crushing my pillow
abruptly, the moon turned to sun
you tendered your lips to mine
my silence made the coffee warmer
smoke rings smothering me
trying to block my air passage
and before you left me my sanity
you smiled and whispered to me
"I dreamed of us last night"
written 11/13/03
Thank you Zeebe for that wonderful comment.
You've been a wonderful poet friend to me
and I deeply appreciate that :O)
Sometimes Im imagining myself having this
kind of attitude to my Husband. But I know
where I am in his heart and mind. Jealousy
is healthy, just don't overdose yourself with it.
Okay? ;O)