Sunday, August 30, 2009

Devils whose nickel charms

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When They Kiss


When they kiss like that
the ache settles in. Not like
fish beneath slow creek
shadows; not like slippers
under a half empty bed.

When they kiss like that
my atoms speak in tongues.
Not like Pentecosts who roll
dead language in the aisles;
not like devils whose nickel
charms slip out of contentment.

When they kiss like that
I feel the absence of you.
Not you who braced against
conquest in my kiss; not you
who summoned skyless thunder.

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When they kiss like that
life makes perfect sense.
Not sense simmered down
from seasoning; not sense
wrought through experience.

When they kiss like that
the world vanishes. Not
the world you left me with;
not the world that ever was.

Joseph Gallo
August 29, 2009


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4 Comments:

Blogger Kyle parried...

Wow, Joseph. You were tenacious with this one. Very sharp, elegant language, great cadence.

August 30, 2009 7:43 PM  
Blogger Joseph Gallo parried...

Danke, Kyle.

If were not for your comments, I might think no one reads these things. And that would be a crime, I tells ya!

September 07, 2009 9:52 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous parried...

Still reading, still lovin'
Nadene

October 15, 2009 11:55 AM  
Blogger Joseph Gallo parried...

Thank you for your persistence and your comment on the work, Nadene. Always appreciated knowing what our readers think.

:-)

October 15, 2009 2:50 PM  

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