to be invisible is to forget the memories of strangers somebody in traffic somebody split by desire the faraway splendors of nocturnal skin a low-key smile handshake crippled as a fishhook time is the language of lost emotion days of wine and knives in oranges we are masters of panic and savage sexual cool
Slo Hand
The Used Life 
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Very nice and different. Refreshing.
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Taking the time
to leave it all behind
With an easy touch
silver and gold
found and refined
Too little
Too much 💛
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and the visible stranger
with arms outstretched
whispers through the
vivid lips of our unrest 🙂💙
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“Come surrendered… or
put your restless splendour
forever remembered
to the final test.”
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one of your best. love it!
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Thank you! I’m honored you feel that way. 🙂
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Great piece, but that last stanza was brilliant.
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Thank you so much! I’m happy you enjoyed it. 🙂
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You poetry is beautiful. Always resonates and/or inspires.
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Thank you. And I can say the same about your poetry. Your work is always a great pleasure to read.
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Thanks
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Thank you for this.
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Glad you enjoyed it!
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time is the
language of
lost emotion
days of wine and
knives in oranges
we are masters
of panic and
savage
sexual
cool
These lines echo Jack Kerouac to me. I’m guessing you wrote this spontaneously because this sort of writing is never plotted and mulled over. You either catch it and squeeze it into something beautiful when it comes or you miss out. You have a gift!
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Thank you so much! You are right when you say, “You either catch it and squeeze it into something beautiful when it comes or you miss out.” We always have to have our antennae up for those moments. They are too easy to miss.
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