Counterparts entangled on a Tuesday afternoon

She walks
like she always knows where she is going

and then she smiles
it is as if time pauses and their hearts
can only beat if their
t o u c h

as they talk about the weather
in the black leather sofa

he probably hates the way her
pink nailpolish is worn down
and how she speaks
in sentences of archaic words

and she
certainly cannot stand
the way he never irons his shirts

yet their bodies breath as one
it seems
in her smile

Poetry by CC
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Written on 2009-03-05 at 21:15

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jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
stunningly stylish and stylishly stunning
im keeping this because pink nail polish is ok
and because i see your words :)

lol this is fabulously natural and I adore it!lol especially on a Tuesday afternoon.

Smiling at you


Rob Graber
Also: The title is wonderful, and the second stanza's flight of fancy is as apt as it is original.

Rob Graber
This is a very touching and lifelike evocation of intimacy.

Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
Your unique style has its own flavor which is very refreshing. I enjoyed reading two of your poems so far and will read more as time permits. : ) kathy