Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Poem Starting With A Line From Norman Dubie

A kiss is like a dress falling off a tall building,
landing quietly upon the concrete, its ruffles very shielding.
Silent love like an exalted ulcer to the edge made a dash,
and the union of thrilled lips was the subtle crash.
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1 comment:

  1. 1965 FootprintsApril 13, 2010 at 5:11 PM

    Interesting phrases. You definitely matched the first line well in the rest of your poem.

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