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| | From: LittleBill (Original Message) | Sent: 11/4/2005 8:22 AM |
He’ll tell her �?BR>next time they’re
cuddled up on the couch,
she teary eyed at some
silly black and white romance
and he, drowsey from a second
glass of darkly golden Baileys,
his bones still salty with
the beach breeze of his
regular evening walks -
he’ll tell her.
When her head
rests easily against
his shoulder and his fingers
once strong now thick and stiff
are tangled delicately in the
thin silver of her almond hair,
he’ll tell her �?he’ll wait for a pause
in the distant, surly crash of surf
against the yellow harbour wall
he will say the words
he knows she dreads
and he will hope
she understands.
©lb05
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And after he confesses? You set the scene so well in this, leaving the reader wanting to ask more. Good work lb Emma |
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...then ask.....ask !
lol...thanks for the comment Emma, thought this one had died a death...the again, maybe it should...lol
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