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the last shunt

the inability to capture
adequately in words

what the eye softly caresses

a moment of childhood temporarily
smiling two adults

in the dim light
on this very couch, but quite far

her gentle strokes travel across the room

and the music slowly underlines
the necessity of this very moment
of this one kiss

the cuddling that persists

through closing times

and through the eyes of tired people

people who wish this place stayed open
for just a few moments longer

to savour the little moments of her hand
against his hair


the essence of completing

is one of escapism

of emotions well-adjusted

to the finite reality of things

an unavoidable skepticism


the night's little pleasures.


a reprise of emotions

a little recapitulation

of love

and of cadence

of memories
of speaking

the things that are hardest
to find

to separate

to write out

and clear your mind

of weasel-words, fibs, and exaggerations

-reality stripped to its knees-

a simplicity

an act of retaining

the least striking moments

of life's little minuet.

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