The Argument
You're so urgent as you unlock
the door -- the air of our argument
still hovering as your hand turns
the key in the lock. And then we
are in. The room dark, you fumble
for the light. I begin to speak
but you say, "No, not now."
And so we undress in the dark,
wordless, silent, covered in sweat.
What mouths could not say, hands did.
We found the bed to speak in.
the door -- the air of our argument
still hovering as your hand turns
the key in the lock. And then we
are in. The room dark, you fumble
for the light. I begin to speak
but you say, "No, not now."
And so we undress in the dark,
wordless, silent, covered in sweat.
What mouths could not say, hands did.
We found the bed to speak in.
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Author's Note
Sometimes, words are not enough.
Other stories by Philip F. Clark
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Well done.
"We found the bed to speak in."
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The urgency reaches from the screen. *
Great last line.
Very sexy but with the lightest touch. (Pun intended.) Perfect capturing of moment.
Perfectly paced.*
Perfect close.
Four 'Perfects' in a row.
Thank you, colleagues.
Good poem, Philip.
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