Hello, William. Your beautiful poem speaks to me of a realization I recently had and would like to share with you. You see, Friday last I sat on a bed with a woman I recently met as we were looking to make love to each other for the very first time. And it was right then and there, in the akward silence that preceded our embraces, it occurd to me that, no matter how old one gets, in that situation one is always fifteen, not knowing what to say, not knowing how to make that first move. It's a sweet place; something to smile about.
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beautiful
Thanks, Tess.
this is beautiful William,
i am reminded.
~robert
Hello, Robert. Thank you. I’m glad.
Perfect! Right down to that resonant, ambiguous comma in the title....
Such is a labor of love, that even a comma will make us pause. Thanks, Joe.
Love ly
I groaned as I realized the subject but reading the way you treated it I smiled - deeply - damn good job.
Hi, Elizabeth. Thank you.
Thanks, Jhon. I appreciate it. Now I’m smiling at your groan.
Hello, William. Your beautiful poem speaks to me of a realization I recently had and would like to share with you. You see, Friday last I sat on a bed with a woman I recently met as we were looking to make love to each other for the very first time. And it was right then and there, in the akward silence that preceded our embraces, it occurd to me that, no matter how old one gets, in that situation one is always fifteen, not knowing what to say, not knowing how to make that first move. It's a sweet place; something to smile about.
Take care,
Andreas
Thanks, Andreas, and my best wishes to you.
What you’ve shared explains, at least in part, why there’s a comma in the title. At the same time, it adds meaning to the poem.
That silence is golden...
It is. Thank you, Rudhi.
oh! i just saw the comma! WONDERFUL! i swear. you've just snuck in and put it there!
i was going to say, mmmmm very quietly and now you have me jumping about.
xo
erin
To which I’ll say mmmmm, then shout as quietly as I can.
Wow, wow, wow!!
Makes me want to fall in love. Again.
Thanks, Nazia. And that makes me glad I wrote this poem. Again.
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