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Morning Kiss by Linda Simone (inspired by an abstract painting by Icelander, Bergur Thorberg) Not what’s there, but what’s felt between the lines, outside them. The two, married perhaps, at their early coffee. She in nightclothes, bare breast sleepily peeking out. Is she angry, head turned away? Well-suited for work, he bends in tans and grays, to the morning kiss – halo that floats them through the day – its disappointments – the line that still holds them. © Linda Simone « Home | Contributor Notes » Please comment on this poem. |
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