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They say a dream only lasts a moment
but... not ours.
My heart felt so contented
as we spent new days together
in my reverie this morn.

Just to touch you once more,
to hold you
And smile into your eyes
made me whole again.

You scooped me up like you always had,
cradling me in your arms
and showering me with kisses.
I always felt so tiny with you,
so delicate, and beautiful and rare.

Your lips and skin were softest suede;
I hadn’t forgotten,
but how nice to be reminded
after these years apart.

How satisfying to feel them
pressed to mine
once again.
I relived every moment we had shared
between the bookends of this mirage.

I felt your silky hair sweep against my neck
as we asked one question after another
genuinely interested in the new lives
we had forged for ourselves.

I always cherished your hair;
I loved how it curled out
from under your hat.
I couldn’t find time
to give you a haircut; I loved it so.

It was all there:
how you laughed gently
through your words
as you relayed something amusing

How you laughed at your own jokes
before the punchline
so hard that I couldn't make out
What you were saying;
We'd laugh til we cried.

And the way you would rub a rough spot
from the side of your fingernail
between your front teeth
when you were waiting.

I remember telling you, once,
that if we ever parted,
you would be difficult to forget --
such a character, so full of life --
I had no idea how true that would be.

I still see you lying on your back
like we used to, for hours together, talking.
You, unconsciously touching thumb to finger tips
from your years as an officer giving sobriety tests.

Thank you,
that our love was pure
and never confused by meddling tempters.
Thank you for being everything I needed
and needing me all the more.

I realize that the calm I felt
being with you again,
and hearing what you
had to say

Feeling the things we had felt –-
again in my slumber –
was perfect
only because they were
all uniquely you.

We let others wear us down
And internalized their oppression
Until the only way to escape those feelings
Was to abandon everything, and walk away.

But let's remember, that we were poets together
and comrades, and best friends.
We were in union with God
and the mossy patches
where we loved beneath the trees.

Our memories smell of Hazelnut candles,
Merlot, and the Allegheny Mountains in bloom.
So many things still remind me of you...
It looks like you’re my forever.

Felicia Stone 2005

Here, I share, with stark honesty, my life.

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The following comments are for "Looks Like You're My Forever"
by FeliciaStone

perpetual emotion
I admire how you paint a beautiful word picture that's not a picture of something else that's supposed to represent the thing you're trying to talk about while you write about some other thing- oops I'm sounding like Doggerel Show guy.

Anyway, until the making love stuff I initially thought this was about a Dad deceased.

In a healthy couplehood each can depend on the other and find within one another the positive (loved and loving) traits of their (now appropriately distant or perhaps deceased) parents. This is a good thing. It holds true for men as well, which explains the lyrics "I want a girl just like the girl that married dear old Dad".

In reading this I feel fond memories of a late husband (or other very significant other) who in all the right ways reminded you (or the speaker in your poem)of a loving Dad, also remembered fondly.

I'm happy to see you posting again.


( Posted by: drsoos [Member] On: October 7, 2005 )

Soos - thanks
Dearest Soos,

So nice to see you here! I always love reading your take on my work. You have such a keen mind, that I know you would be easily bored with anything pretentious or contrived. When you read through to the end of any of my work, I am blessed.

I really liked the way you first read it as a warm reflection of the writer's father.

I can't think of a more intimately personal relationship than that we share with our dads regardless of the kind of dad he actually was. How completely we are connected with our parents.

This told me that I was able to express the level of intimacy here that I sought.

Thank you Soos, for reading this piece, and for commenting so.

Warm Regards,


( Posted by: feliciastone [Member] On: October 7, 2005 )

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