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@ 08. Sep. 2006. – 22:14:32
how you land those dry, chaste kisses on me:
lips puckered up tight
like a running stitch gathered in or
like blousy curtains held in tidy pleats
in whose undisturbed folds
dust gathers and pattern creases.
a tidy kiss;
a kiss that will not affront
the neighbours
or me
or taste
of anything
except dust
maybe.
pollygarter
trolly
hi Polly,
i like the idea of untidy kisses. my gran's Welsh so you can see where the tidy references come from.
i'm still working on this, and yesterday got as far as:
how you land those dry, chaste kisses on me:
lips puckered up tight
like a running stitch gathered in or
like curtains held in tidy pleats
where dust gathers in creases.
a dry kiss without lust;
a kiss that will not affront
me
or taste of anything
except dust
maybe.
but it's still not quite right....
hmmm
trolly x
wendlane
It's a great poem from one poet to another ( only I've got block)
trolly
thanks...but i guess the real skill is knowing when it's right, and it's not yet...
ho hum
trolly x
Like new version, but miss the neighbours - Can't have Welsh connection and no neighbours! 
trolly
:-)
and neighbours...curtains kinda link together too.
albeit tenuously.
hmmm
trolly x
pollygarter
tenuous is usually interesting....
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The Welsh have a way of overusing the adjective tidy for anything good - I think though, I'll settle for untidy kisses! Love the poem.