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Space On The Table Of Love

Space on the Table of Love

…Love is a sensitive emotion and one must treat it as a gift to be appreciated for eternity. Sharing an experience of love in a free verse poetry and expressing it through a digital art piece. I am a romantic in this love emotion.

image of lovers on beach

Today was a different day.
There was this need, this urgency in him.
I was to watch his dog so that he could use all the
daylight he could squeeze out of one day,
and he didn’t want to leave
the old dog home anymore.
For, Rocky’s days were numbered.
I greeted him with an embrace.
But he wouldn’t let go.
He planted his lips firmly on mine
as if he was never to kiss me again.
It left me stunned;
this glaze came over his baby blue eyes.
He whispered: “I need you, baby!”
I had pushed him away,
leaving space on the table of love.
I wanted to see if he had missed my presence.
And he did, it felt good.

©Linda J. Wolff 2017

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Urban Poetry

…Love is a sensitive emotion and one must treat it as a gift to be appreciated for eternity. Sharing an experience of love in a free verse poetry and expressing it through a digital art piece. I am a romantic in this love emotion.

image of lovers on beach

Today was a different day.
There was this need, this urgency in him.
I was to watch his dog so that he could use all the
daylight he could squeeze out of one day,
and he didn’t want to leave
the old dog home anymore.
For, Rocky’s days were numbered.
I greeted him with an embrace.
But he wouldn’t let go.
He planted his lips firmly on mine
as if he was never to kiss me again.
It left me stunned;
this glaze came over his baby blue eyes.
He whispered: “I need you, baby!”
I had pushed him away,
leaving space on the table of…

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