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Silent Steps
by
Rusty Broadspear
She hears his thoughts playfully swimming
Behind his eyes,
No surprise.
His rich love bowed deep, mysterious
Sweet sensation,
Agitation.
Like a warm flannel draped over her face.
He’s there to find
But she’s blind.
Sleepland images of him kissing her for real,
Soon he’ll reveal.
Imbecile.
Slim, slight, small, strong, sledgehammer, memories
Pummel and pound,
Nothing found.
Calling, searching, finding, then disconnects
As fate directs
She reflects.
Blank monitors dance in her eyes, wishing,
Sadness then cries
Whens, ifs, whys.
No clicks or keyboard clatters, zilch matters.
Him, out of sight,
In thoughts bright.
Feel the blighters rock or is it writers block.
New day ahead
To weave a brand new thread.
So she treads the silent stepping stones
‘Cross silken rivulets
Now snuglet warm, dreams to perform
Vanishing regrets.
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