Saturday, September 22, 2012



Never mind the Bible's conclusion -- same title.
He watched for the slightest twitch of an eyebrow.
Waiting for rejection, listening to the breathing.
Any slight change could indicate a grave problem.

Takes time for an appropriate response or otherwise.
Expecting tears, he met with dryness and silence.
Never a good sign, either thing.  Still, he would wait.
A man on all fours in an unlit cave, naked.

The coffee, done it's gurgling down, was finished.
She poured two cups, and set them on the table.
Sliding one towards him she lingered, eyes shut.
Her hand said what no words could. I will stay here.

-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2012 --

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