![]() Introduction: “This is how the girl who couldn't speak and the man who couldn't see fell in love.” ~ Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin Zero She has been lost wondering about for days, No emotion, aware of their impetus purple haze. What’s up with the girl! I even tried shaking her free, To no avail; in-love with me in a precipitous day-dream. Zero, zilch, nada… As nothing seems to work, I’m starting to feel like a heavy handed jerk. This gentle lady of mine, I love her so! She’s my North, wouldn’t you know. In a distance, I watch her… Participating in monotone conversations, Edacious to any organic sensations. Eating food, not remembering its taste, Letting time pass, aware it’s been a waste. Despair? Or she doesn’t care? Benign to the neighbor’s bitch dog, Who barks control at the edge of the bog? As if this forestalls; a walk around, To the seawall where I’m to be found. Oh there’s more… In her town, where vermin eat their young, That’s the dark side where the moon’s hung, As they profess descendants; to a kindness in humanity, All liars in lairs; filled in stench, thorns and depravity. So, yes there it is… I love this woman that walks without aim, Absent from tint, noise or complicated acclaim. She exists invisible; translucent to them all, Reaching out to me over that formidable wall. © Copyright by Diana Mary Sharpton 2015 ~ All Rights Reserved One thing you can find rock solid in life and that is my love for you Sugar Diana Mary Sharpton ~ Poetry & Photography ©All Rights Reserve 2017 Contact: DianaMSharpton@Gmail.com
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Diana Mary Sharpton“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” Categories
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