Friday, February 29, 2008

The taste of scraping lingers.
So mechanical our words,
our gestures.
In the parking lot,
you kissed me on the cheek.

4 comments:

S. Thomas Summers (Scott) said...

good to see you back. ejoyed the poem - the juxtaposition between the kiss and the mechanical scraoing. best wishes!!

S. Thomas Summers (Scott) said...

brain..i meant "enjoyed" and "scraping." sorry.

ozymandiaz said...

so mechanincal our words indeed
very aptly put sir

writerwoman said...

You posted again! Yay!

You always find the most unique way to say things. I don't thing I every read a poem before on the subject of strained love, very interesting.