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homage to Neruda
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homage to Neruda ...But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine. Pablo Neruda When he left that morning for work, he did not kiss her goodbye nor did he say he loved her as he usually did. He left without looking back to wave, strode up the street to the corner bus stop and disappeared inside. She watched from the window. The table needed cleaning, there was laundry to start, the baby would wake soon but she stood at the window, hand on the glass, unable to understand how this had become her life. The quiet of the room was enormously loud as she moved to clear the dishes. The sun found entry, lighting the faucet on fire, hitting the copper bottom on the pan above the stove. She moved more swiftly, loading laundry, wiping the counters. There was little time to waste. The first sounds came within a minute or so sending her scurrying down the hall to lift the chubby babe, cooing, feeding, settling him on a quilt in the warm den, surrounded by toys, the standing guard. Another cup of coffee was on her mind as she returned to the kitchen. She gasped. He stood at the door, out of breath. He moved towards her without a sound, lifting her onto the counter, spreading her legs, settling himself between them, his hand fisted in her hair, pulling her mouth to his savagely. She leaned back, hands splayed on the counter, took his weight. He bit her neck and lifted her down. “I forgot to kiss you goodbye.” She laughed. This was her life.  You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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to pay attention every day to the person you chose to love is not always easy. the world can get in the way. but oh what better way to go through life than with a person who knows your love and loves you in return. You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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Neruda was special.
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Absolutely encapturing!!!( new word) I can seethe entire life in my mind's eye Thank You !!! (Virtual Symposium Group) use Virtual Symposium Group
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This is so beautifully written. I felt the emotion in my heart and soul and like others, my eyes were a little misty. Thank you for sharing this masterpiece. It hits home for me. There was so many times my ex husband would leave for work without a goodbye, a kiss, or an I love you. It damages the soul over time. That's why he is my ex. My Joey on the other hand... at least once a day he tells me I'm beautiful. He tells me that he loves me all the time. Holds my hand and kissues it as we're driving down the road. He fulfills my soul on every level a woman could ask for.
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Absolutely speechless.
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Now THERE'S a nice story! 
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Tears. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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