She strings each thought around her tongue
in a string of pearlescent quietude
until she is quite afraid the silk around the neck of an utterance will slip
and she will say something she ought not and
then it will be her and
her words
and him
staring at the flood of whispery truths spilling
splashing and scattering about their white table cloth
like blushing pink wine stains rolling around
looking for a place to settle
dripping over the sides of their table
bouncing off
her glass slippers
great writing as always kay ❤ xox
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:)… thAnks
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I love the details and the beautiful feelings projected in the imagery. Hugs!!
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Thanks Miguel:)
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Wonderful word feast
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Thank you:)
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“… a string of pearlescent quietude” – what a turn of a phrase; I must remember this. Wonderful imagery of “whispery truths” and “slipping utterances”. Well done.
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Thanks so much for your incredibly thoughtful comment 🙂
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