Common-sense, malleable dents,
Neat thoughts, mechanism: defence,
Black and white, mind-strength,
Kept him at arm’s length,
As the sun hung deep in the sky.
Can’t let you in, says brain within,
Heart seeping with broken sin,
Complications hiding in bearskin,
Drowning in a head spin,
Water waving green passing by.
Gently tapping, Laputian hammer,
Relentless emotion guiding grammar,
Words stutter and voices stammer,
White rabbit in white glamour,
Lips met, and she breathed.
how the ether speaks 
i really liked your poem and it needs much wisdom to know whom to let in and whom better not..nice image as well..
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yes: trying to decipher the other person it’s a prickly situation, glad you like the image, I wasn’t going to use it as the spacing is not quite right but then, the first kiss is an awkward moment as well right so it kinda fits all together!
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ohh my! love this piece! logic wars with love. and in the end, what should win? :)
Monty / bummy
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you’ve perfectly described it in a nutshell “logic wars with love” i would hope love wins on more occasions than logic!
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nice…all that goes on in that moment when lips meet…breathe in…yes…and surrender to it…
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you are on the #LoveWins team!
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Good one – brain loses when lips meet, yup. I also like the form you used here, succinct and clever.
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Thank you! I was wondering if it was a little short but thought I would leave it at that and let imagination do the rest!
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That’s the power of love…in the end, we all surrender.
Well done!
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I could feel the fear of letting go. Well done.
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Nice illustration of the concussion in mind the first time.
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“oh dead oh dear..i shall be too late.” says the white rabbit. And there goes Alice following.
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If I could like your comment a thousand times I would!!!
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