They were tiny and squat, hooked at the hip, two figures you’d idly sketch on a notepad.
His face, buried in her neck, half concealed, while hers, tilted upward, shimmered like a big, round pearl.
Such a landscape it made, one Monet and Cezanne would have gladly dipped their brushes for…love in moonlight, beautifully bathed in blues and greens.
New York, so still, seems asleep as I try not to stare…slipping by, barely noticed, as they hold hands, legs entwined like roots of a sturdy tree.
I make my way home, the image locked, their raw, pure affection igniting a yearning in me, that alas, is not yet quelled.
Nice to know the love, you assume is gone, just lies dreamily dormant.
SB
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Sweet!
Hal
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Thanks.
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Damn hormones! Start twitching every once in a while.
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What do you mean, every once in a while? Twitch Twitch. …:)
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What a beautiful picture you painted with words! I’m guessing we’re never too far from yearning for love.
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They were the sweetest.
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Yes , I know the feeling…at least as a concept. Now I just need to meet a man with big boy pants a kind and fulfilled awareness and compassionate nature, who is not looking for either a ‘young thang’ or a bracelet!!!
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Love the term, big boy pants. So funny. Such an accurate image. You’re so beautiful Alva. You should be beating those big boys off with a stick. 🙂
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don’t ever let it be quelled! I don’t care if I never…(well, I do care)..anyway, I still want the yearning.
Scott
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Till our hearts cease to beat…:)
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Yes
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Ooh, my little heart is all aquiver!
Marvelous language Susannah.
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Sounds as if you could give a demonstration. 🙂
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You certainly captured the moment, Susannah. The way truly romantic kissing can block out all surroundings and encapsulate you in a steamy hot bubble. You have a way with words.
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Kind of you to say. Thank you. Wish you could bottle that kind of ardor. Sigh
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This is beautiful writing, Susannah. So poetic. 🙂
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I was so touched by them. I remember loving like that. So completely with every ounce of your being.
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Nothing like young love, it’s contagious.
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Yes it is. I’m still thinking about them.
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