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More in Cats with Opposed Thumbs, Chalices of Mucus, and Several other Oddities to Avoid Whilst Poeting Marriagei would not whisper stones in your ear no, our trade was not for direction, or creation we baked love, we glazed love, we spun love then held it to our lips, in our arms, and hips our trade will carry nothing, and serve no master no, that was not the bargain. footsteps, fingertips, and starlight on the thistles that old kettle, this hot tea our deal is for the journey, words and a touch when there is only silence.  U668857 - Now there's an image of love - "starlight on thistles"! Superb! I particularly like : " our do's were paid in the soft voice of hope". There's a palpable sense of resilience and endurance, but it's wonderfully understated in quiet tones. How many fingers get burned from the hot tea in our stormy marital tea-cups ? But the quiet word or touch heals inevitable silences. A reflective and affirming piece....BRgds.,Alan. |
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