Sunday, April 08, 2012
No and Yes
No and Yes
Was I wrong to question the wobbly nature
of your No as a waffling in the maybe?
A quivering in the perhaps of it all?
The eight yeses of your fingertips on my
back, thumbs reaching into heaven
say what I refuse to conclude, yet know.
I make you mine, just then.
An iceberg hitting the unpenetrated vessel.
How good that I am already, forever yours.
-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2012 --
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'The eight yeses of your fingertips on my back, thumbs reaching into heaven say what I refuse to conclude, yet know.' This is an awesome line! I love the poem all through actually, but this line in particular stands out for me because it says so much without saying it out right and really leads me to imagine the relationship you are talking about. Thanks for visiting my blog and leaving such thoughtful feedback, I really appreciate it :)
Thank you, Emma.
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