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| Dr. M & I playing a game with J & K - we're just friends I tell you! Friends! |
I wanted to write about
How you waited under that tree
About how you slipped
Surreptitiously into
The fabric of my life.
I wanted to write about
My denial and qualmAbout the way you crept
Covertly into my dreams.
I wanted to write about
Desire and a kitchen accident
About souls stealing
Silently away together.
But it made me blush
So I didn’t.
So I didn’t.
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| Our first Christmas |
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Still just friends?
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19 comments:
I love love! I still remember the exact moment I first saw Justin- my precise thought was, "What a wierd little dude".
This is so wonderful, Dana. That moment of love is so precious, so beautiful and it is always subtle. You capture it beautifully with these marvellously alliterative words,
"About how you slipped
Surreptitiously into
The fabric of my life."
The photographs are great too! Thanks for sharing :)
Love the pictures and your writing! I am thinking it looks a little too friendly at the end!! ;)
I love those begonning times - sometimes I think it would be fun to do all over again.
What a beautiful poem - (and a lovely story) You're on the bus
This is absolutely adorable. Love it.
Too cute.
Sweet! Beginnings are so wonderful. the rest is good too.
Uplifting and so full of promise .... your Poetry Bus entry will create longing in those of us who don't have a life partner .....
FAntabillo! I LovesIt.Your Best pome?
I love this! it's just really simply put and as a result is extremely gorgeous... I would go along with eejit's suggestion :-)
great one bug - reads really honest and true!!
lovely
Can't argue with love!
Great poem and such a piece to hold onto for life! (I love your matching red outfits on your first Christmas and Dana, those red socks look really cozy.)
The kitchen accident is a great line - really gets the imagination into overdrive!
Like the way you write this very positive poem "negatively", saying what you're not going to do.
Yes, just gorgeous! Love the way the reader is pulled straight into this most intimate of poems and included. Then turned away at the end!
I knew for a fact that you were young once. Good photographic evidence.
How sweet!
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