even in this crowded room
it was the type of gaze that filled the air
between them,
it swerved the corners of reality
with tangibility –
he felt it’s whispers wrap the shoulders of his fears
and write a message in the atmosphere
for him to see
the invitation that she
painted there,
in silken threads of space
that she pulled and interlaced with gravity,
electricity,
a reveal of fortune-cookie
destiny,
until it was a gaze he had to meet
by IN MIND AND OUT
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unbolt me 
From you; I am bowled over by the high praise
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Aw, c’mon, you’re way good! That’s plain to anyone with eyes, my friend!
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Quite superb my blogging comrade
An edge of quirky on a tangible situation
“To her he looked a way to say it all
She had a body and no shovel
He had both and asked if she needed
She agreed they should never meet again
After he dug her a hole, got a morning coffee and bought her fresh bagels
And when the police asked why they got rid of the shovel
To them it was as close to a wedding ring as each could bare”
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Wow. That’s wickedly GOOD.
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I believe it was destiny that once told me, “I am the mass occupied per unit volume by a body.” Or maybe it was density, I don’t know, I keep mixing up names.
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Me too, my friend. That’s why my opinion on anything can absolutely not be trusted! 😜
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like waves
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Quite!
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Nice! But why is this a Guest Post? I thought you had dual ownership there.
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We do! But this is by someone else entirely. 😉
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Now I see. Thx.
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‘fortune-cookie
destiny’…what a lovely poem. 💚
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I completely agree. It was too lovely not to share!
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