on a bench
in a strip mall
with a hollow
gold casino,
microwave dining,
infinite tacky
stores,
brazen shrieking
brats,
& clacking heels
against pale cobble
stones,
I heard a sigh
and
felt your thigh
pull closer
as your head fell on
my shoulder
and everything
suddenly,
became so easily
ignored.
– Sheila Sea
sheila sea 
Excellent, plain imagery that gathers elegance in so few words.
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Thank you so much.. ☺️ that’s very kind of you to say.
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Uhm. No Problem.
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thank you for following! I like this!
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Nicely drawn interplay between what’s junk and what’s real, what’s glittering with fool’s gold and what will outlive strip malls.
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Thank you! That’s exactly what I was thinking. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Derek Knight.
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I call it being “mauled.” Got a deeeep breath when you touched my thigh…or was that him touching you? Or her?
Beautiful…& thanks for following my blog earlier this month. I love knowing that thinking women may be reading what I write.
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