Love’s logic is immaculate.
Ruby lips caress rosy hips.
Come, lay with me;
be my ignorance
my bliss,
my latest fragment
of shattered
memory.
(c) Rob Goldstein 2018
Love’s logic is immaculate.
Ruby lips caress rosy hips.
Come, lay with me;
be my ignorance
my bliss,
my latest fragment
of shattered
memory.
(c) Rob Goldstein 2018
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Exquisite, with a melancholy twist.
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I appreciate the visit and the comment.
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Reblogged this on Survivors Blog Here.
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Thank you, Melinda!
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🙂
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The artwork is gorgeous and so is the poem, Rob.
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Thank you, Robbie! I hope you had a good holiday.
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That’s lovely.
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Thank you, Joey!
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Rob, those beautiful words echo in my mind. The image is perfect for the poem and lovely on its own. Hugs.
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Thanks Teagan. This came to me while I was processing some new pictures for Jazz Wednesday.
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Wow! I love that, Robert! Being in the moment where only the love for one another exists!
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Thanks Erika!
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You are welcome 😊
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So fleeting, so powerful and full of emotion…Love’s memories
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Nine years condensed to a fragment of memory that passes in less than a second.
Thank you for this comment Paula.
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Memories can be bliss, that unforgettable kiss
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It’s a great feeling when we can reflect on the moments we enjoyed.
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Thank you for the re-blog, my friend.
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This is nice.
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Thank you for reading it and leaving a comment.
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