he concedes that

she can be

…. distracting

but coyly confesses

the diversions

are welcome

as if

her words

like driftwood debris

swirling amidst his

stubborn tidal waves

give meaning to

the undertow

as if

her smile

like candy wrappers

strewn along his

love’s lost highways

add decoration to

the landscape

as if

her kiss

like vines of English ivy

climbing across his

lips’ lonely buildings

give strength to

the foundations

a.duncan, 2016



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"She would fill endless notebooks with stories about the characters in her life, their impressions, words, friends, lovers, inspirations, fantasies. She spent her days dreaming up worlds where they fit together in visions; the if only, the never again, the someday. Those who knew her best would describe her as a creature with a clear and sometimes painful sense of herself; furious with ideas and convictions, to a point that she frightened love away with discernment and a relentless strength of character."

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