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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448215" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Kiss Unrelinquished</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A glint of light<br>flashed through her eye<br>flecks of dust too<br>floated there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Words echoed in the air<br>and I could hear<br>her welling tear <br>howl like a sorrowful wind<br>in eyes which grew<br>narrow<br>from the question<br>which hung in<br>the thick gap<br>between question posited<br>and response given.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was<br>a dust mote; <br>reeling<br>tumbling<br>flaming<br>speck<br>fl eeing<br>exposed to those eyes<br>now glistening<br>screeching <br>from where the soul cries.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cornered there<br>in the oval edge<br>the exposed tear, <br>slid across<br>to the oval end, <br>the eye <br>narrowed it<br>to a slither-tear, <br>falling down<br>across the cheek bone<br>to the gray floor<br>in poor, dark light, <br>in a room carpeted<br>with unspoken words<br>and nuances.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A tear falls <br>in uncertain<br>circumstance; <br>mid-sentence, <br>amid vague meanings<br>and I<br>could not then<br>know my own answer<br>to her question: <br>“Do you think we should break up? ”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I started, hesitated, saying 'I do...'<br>pausing, arrested by that water-fall<br>in cheek-bone flight, <br>it’s watery oval quavering.<br>I had no time to think<br>or react<br>so swiftly it fell; <br>my melodies unhinge; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">my heart slices; <br>my soul shrivels, quivering; <br>I am across the tiny space, <br>the fallen tear at stake<br>sentences to complete.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Not want to'<br>'Not want to'<br>my voice said<br>touching close<br>the droplet<br>which now retracts; <br>its meaning<br>transformed <br>in origin-<br>now un-crying.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My soul can not stand, '<br>I said, 'to see the eyes<br>I love<br>grow<br>tears.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is nothing<br>more intimate<br>than tears shed, <br>retrieved <br>and shared; <br>touched by finger-tips; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is no longer time<br>than time trapped<br>between <br>I love you<br>and I love you not; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">no kisses sweeter<br>than those<br>which remain; <br>unrelinquished.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lonnie+Hicks">Lonnie Hicks</a><div class=q>
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flashed through her eye
flecks of dust too
floated there.

Words echoed in the air
and I could hear
her welling tear 
howl like a sorrowful wind
in eyes which grew
narrow
from the question
which hung in
the thick gap
between quest..."></div>
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