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3.
When Love comes again
he's gentle and kind. He holds
my hand. He brushes my hair.
He stands outside the closeddoor, reading me poems.
He speaks in parables
and metaphors. He holds
my breasts when we sleep.When I leave, I go quietly.
I take nothing. I dream
that he weeps in my closet,
smelling my clothes.
This is part of a series I'm working on.
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As a series these work great. I liked all three.
Posted by: gautami | 23 August 2007 at 01:59 AM
I think I like this love better than the other two - although there's something to be said for being blunt and to the point, and carnival rides. I enjoyed exploring these different forms/stages of love. Will there be one that doesn't leave?
Posted by: desert rat | 23 August 2007 at 02:18 AM
I haven't read the other two, but I am now. Thanks.
Posted by: joezul | 23 August 2007 at 03:11 AM
That rare combination of the witty & the erotic. Great stuff, Sharon.
Posted by: Dick | 23 August 2007 at 05:15 AM
This (and the first 2 of the series) went straight into my heart. That dream is heart-breaking and familiar. Thank you.
Posted by: Imelda Maguire | 23 August 2007 at 05:27 AM
I love the personification of Love - and the way he gets turned on his head. :)
Posted by: Constance | 23 August 2007 at 07:25 AM
Mmmmm..."smelling my clothes"
Perfect lilt. Evokes so much; who hasn't followed a lover's leavign like that?
Posted by: ...deb | 23 August 2007 at 07:32 AM
Wow--this is great. For some reason I really love the idea of Love coming to you, and being wonderful, and you leaving him. I think it says something about human nature that I can't quite put into words. The images--especially in the last stanza--are great. I definitely am off to read the other two.
Posted by: split ends | 23 August 2007 at 08:18 AM
excellent continuation..
funny isn't it that each of us believe that our love experience is unique in all its ups and downs... and then we have the privilege of reading something like this,, and we see as if for the first time... it is all the same love,, it is just we who are different....
Posted by: paisley | 23 August 2007 at 08:20 AM
All are great. I love how we can follow your transition with you through such concise imagery.
Posted by: etcetera | 23 August 2007 at 08:21 AM
This is an amazing - if sad - series, and it speaks deeply of Truth. You've used compelling images, and I'm really drawn in. Awesome.
Posted by: Hedwyg | 23 August 2007 at 10:14 AM
Love gets warmer and kinder. Great series!
Posted by: Tumblewords | 23 August 2007 at 11:08 AM
Really lovely. There are such nice images here. I can see it because I've lived it. Great work.
Posted by: Holly Mac | 23 August 2007 at 01:27 PM
I loved all three poems...each one is like reading a chapter in a book and seeing the story progress. There are feelings here that everyone can relate to at some point.
Posted by: Fledgling Poet | 23 August 2007 at 04:44 PM
Erotic and delicate, something for all of us who love and have been loved. Fran
Posted by: Frances Sbrocchi | 24 August 2007 at 05:06 AM
Interesting personification of love
Posted by: my backyard | 24 August 2007 at 07:05 PM
My goodness. I seem to have hit a resonant chord...
Posted by: SB | 24 August 2007 at 11:42 PM