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Posted by Happyflower on April 1, 2008, at 17:47:10
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My paintbrush still weeps for him when I try to create.
Remembering when we met on our senior class art trip
And how it led to our tender times at Bonneville Mill
He taught me how to paint cumulus clouds while I turned
Him on to Miles Davis on a cool midsummers day.
I let him touch my bra-less breasts on top of Lookout.
Sensations traveled down to my toes that sunset night
Wetting my faded daisy dukes from the inside out
I knew I might lose something that sultry summer,
I didnt ever think it would be him to a damn
Drunk driver on the moist June twenty-seventh evening.
I never could attend his funeral on that dark day
So I hung our shared painting in the woods at the mill
Because the body looks farther away than most stones.
Posted by susan47 on April 27, 2008, at 20:04:20
In reply to Gift Exchange ***sex triggers***, posted by Happyflower on April 1, 2008, at 17:47:10
That is so beautiful.
The body looks farther away.. is it the painting, or something else you are referring to? I would love to know what I didn't understand fully, or feel completely, because you have evoked such a strong memory and so beautifully done...
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