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Jun 2013
I can stay on the phone with you for hours,
As the sun falls and the buds close
Not a word ever heard.
A code we learned and soon forgot ever stood for something else
No, the dictionary holding more meaning than the thoughts in their feet
I threw down the phone
Screaming my mind into your ear
But you never received it.
I pulled your picture to my face
Shoved my wisdom through gritted teeth
Deep into your dilating pupils
And as your eyelashes caught the light
I knew you heard me.
Finally understood me
Staring back at you,
I saw the gleam of your soul
Pouring through your crystalline eyes
And finally we knew everything
And we died in each others arms
Connected by the forehead,
Buried, locked in a gaze.
Christopher Ranieri
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Christopher Ranieri  NC
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