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I wanted to write a poem to you,
about the sound of your voice, of the
silences between,

about the catch between one word
and the next

I wanted to write a poem about the way my hands were so cold
the cigarette burned down and I never felt it, the angry words
were my bones,

fragile

I wanted to tell you we are always silenced
eventually,

like a first kiss, the tentative touch,
the disappointment

of the fumbling hands, the dark
in between

and how if you lived a little closer I would
kiss you properly, the sweetness of words
on lips

the morning newspapers
forgotten

the cigarette lost in the
ashtray, sending smoke signals up
to guide us home
Or the thank you poem.

Thank you for letting me hear those beautiful words.
I am changed.
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Banshee-X Feb 13, 2012  Student Writer
Wow--this is impressive!
I can see the similarities in our poems as well.
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sunshinegypsy Feb 13, 2012  Professional Writer
:hug: I'm so glad.
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pencilfold Dec 25, 2009   Writer
I wanted to write a poem about the way my hands were so cold the cigarette burned down and I never felt it

:heart:
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sunshinegypsy Dec 26, 2009  Professional Writer
:heart: Thank you.
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:icontwelvedaysofjune:
the funny thing about smoke signals is they go away.
and you're left with nothing to go home.

sometimes i wish for words like this. like a star. a candle. a firefly.

you are amazing, really.
i'm sorry if i make no sense.
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sunshinegypsy Dec 25, 2009  Professional Writer
No, you make perfect sense. Haha. Uh oh. :) I think I wanted to write about a moment, like listening to a poem, or having a conversation. They always end.
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you have no idea how much i adore you. it makes me want to cry, this poem. i want to be kissed with sweetness. my face is hot. my face is hot and my eyeballs feel like flame. you are too amazing, dearheart.


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sunshinegypsy Dec 22, 2009  Professional Writer
I have been swallowed by this hole and you keep sending little strings down and I am tying them to poems and sending them back up. They are like kites. They are like summer mornings.
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:iconschriftsteller:
I'll try for a rope next time. :heart:
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