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Salty smiles
By aquiouss
He holds my face with his gnarled beauty
resting like feather ghosts on my liquid streams of consciousness
while I clutch spoons and saucepans
and mix tears with sauce
in the half light
Stroking my hair
Music plays
His touch is warm
Dinner cooks
Neurons fire
A soft smile burns into the wrinkles around my mouth
where I encounter him
as my eyelashes kiss his hands
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Copyright 2014 aquiouss
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On Sunday, June 12, 2016, aquiouss
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Thank you for your support!
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On Saturday, November 29, 2014, Damon Tarloth
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uniquely done :)
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A former member wrote:
Curious use of metaphors here, very much enjoyed.
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