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© by Maya Stein

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Wednesday, October 29, 2008

whisper




















how you lay your cheek against mine in the dark,
slid a soft hand behind my neck,
bent so close to my ear, I could feel how deeply
you were breathing.

you said nothing,
not even a whisper,

but I knew exactly
what you meant.
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8 comments:

Dale said...

(o)

11:03 AM
evlyn said...

Maya
one of your best yet!
evlyn

7:16 PM
ConverseMomma said...

sometimes what are bodies speak is more telling than words could ever be. So lovely!

7:19 PM
GailNHB said...

Fantastic. Simply fantastic.

8:12 PM
Maggie, Dammit said...

beautiful.

11:29 AM
Woman in a Window said...

um,,,um.
erin

11:34 AM
crazymumma said...

I wonder if poets such as you dream in poetry. Are your dialogues peppered this way as you dream?

10:36 AM
Anonymous said...

Absolutely beautiful! I've been to that very place you speak of. Time has passed but the moment will forever be with me.

2:59 PM

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