Palindrome

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When he kissed her
He tasted all of her mistakes
He tasted the source of her destruction
But he said she tasted like coffee
And kissed her again

He drew constellations on her cheeks
Joining her imperfections
To make perfect geometric patterns
With her eyes as Orion’s belt
Her mouth the North Star
He used it to steer him home

She was built like a hand grenade
He handled her softly, deliberately
He tried not to hurt himself, but he did
Still, he saved her from herself

He was built like an oak tree on a summer day
She handled him coarsely, too hard
She tried not to hurt herself, but she did
Still, somehow, she made him happy

She traced his lips with her fingertips
Making his simple perfection
Imperfect in the light
His eyes were distant planets
His lips magnetic North
She wanted them to guide her home

When she kissed him
She tasted all the sweet things
She tasted the place she belonged
But she told him he tasted like her downfall
And kissed him again

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7 thoughts on “Palindrome

    esquier053 said:
    October 2, 2012 at 9:52 pm

    This is beautiful. I don’t think I’ll ever read anything better than this. Exquisite, really, you’re a brilliant writer.

      Averill Elisa Frankes responded:
      October 14, 2012 at 10:09 pm

      Wow! What a comment. Thank you so much. I’m so happy you enjoyed it! Hope to see you around 🙂

    Trent Lewin said:
    October 2, 2012 at 10:32 pm

    This is a wonderful bit of poetry. Uplifting in many ways even as it talks about the humanity that seems to sabotage us so often. I dunno, loved, the back and forth and the wonderful ending. There is some magic in this.

      Averill Elisa Frankes responded:
      October 14, 2012 at 10:08 pm

      Thanks very much for your kind comment. I’m happy to read that you “got” the back and forth. Hope to see you around!

        Trent Lewin said:
        October 16, 2012 at 9:21 pm

        For sure.

    gwen07 said:
    October 27, 2012 at 9:17 am

    Your imagery is stunning – ‘she was built like a hand grenade…’ I know her – very well! Thanks for going to my blog. You call yourself ‘aspiring’ writer – you are there – a writer – keep writing. gwen

      Averill Elisa Frankes responded:
      October 27, 2012 at 10:14 am

      Thank you for your kind words! I know her very well, too 🙂 I think I’ll call myself an aspiring writer, even after I’ve published a novel! haha Thanks again. Hope to see you around!

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