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Soft and Pure (Free verse) by Dovina

I couldn’t tell how things registered with him when our eyes locked easily in languorous embrace. I thought I could, stroking his brows of sandy shade, that earliest smoothness with mustache and hair graying. The hair beneath my fingertips, felt incredibly soft and smooth. Pure. A belief, a certainty? They did happen - those eyes, those brows, obligated as I feel to call them a dream, waking up slowly into history and another set of brows.

Dovina 10-Sep-04/9:45 AM
Thanks Dan. I’m not sure how you mean to squeeze those first 2 1/2 lines into "A belief, a certainty?" Maybe those lines aren’t needed.




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