Joy was a sit
on the stumbling stair with
a cigarette lit
by your lips
by your kiss
back when everything meant
everything meant
everything.
For Magpie.
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- Maude Lynn
- Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. ---Flannery O'Connor
15 comments:
Deep sigh...
great echo in those last 3 lines....
nice little intimate moment
shared there in the stair
a simple moment,
but those are usually the best.
In a word, delightful...
Vaguely familiar long ago days when two huddled couldn't imagine breathing air--just kisses and smoke.
I love the echo of the memory.
Yes . . . . we all want it back!!
lovely writing ~ Eddie :)
Clouds and Silvery Linings
Love the repetition in the close.
Oh yes, I remember!
Whatever blows your hair back EmZee
Ah, yes, of course...
Love how this one tumbles...
Nostalgic - but for the cigarette...I never could stand smoke in my eyes... :-)
Yes I remember when....LOVE this!
How do you do it? That's great!
ah. perfect ~
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