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Snapshot

February 13, 2014 Leave a comment Go to comments

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We sat grown quiet
at the name of love,
luxuriating in the
unfolding of this moment.

I want to cup time in my
hand, caresses its
velvety fragility,
hold it still.

Shall I settle then.
for a photograph
in the album of
memory?

you & I, on the red sofa
Sit surrounded by newspaper
cast aside, adrift, scattered,
The perfume of buttered toast,
sound waves of jazz fill the space.

 

part of the WordPress Daily Prompt on the theme of Smitten

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