When Stars Answer
Do you remember the first time I said it?
Calling the heavens to reply for you, we
looked up as a white streak burst across
the night. Falling, laughing, lips, tongues.
And you whispered, Does it hurt, I can't
say the words yet? My mouth was on your
lovely ear -- No. And by the way, that was
not a star but a jagged chunk of flying rock.
And then you said it.
-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2013 --
1 comment:
Oh my god, "cipriano"...(whatever!) the blend here of the romantic and rational...dammit...so touching.
Memory..."Do you remember. . ."
As if one could forget.
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