Imagine Making Love Under a Ceiling of Exploding Shells

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Imagine Making Love Under a Ceiling of Exploding Shells

I walk with you.

The same way we always go

the river

the muddy path

your skirt a bit too high

my hands a bit too hot

Though you do not know it, I find myself breathing

heavily when you’re around

I breath heavily around you and your short skirt.

I want to take the long way.

I want to have a chance.

Bombs go off in the distance

We see the brilliant phosphorescence,

a milky Catharine wheel across the city’s boring

palette.

I take the long way home unafraid of the falling

bombs….

I walk with you with your short skirt, my hands

warm on your thighs, my eyes

sleeping on the nape of your neck.

I move closer.

bombs fall.

we kiss.

bombs fall.

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Paul Gordon is the publisher and editor of iState.TV. He has published and edited newspapers, poetry magazines and online weekly magazines.
He is the director of Social Cognito, an SEO/Web Marketing Company. You can reach Paul at pg@istate.tv

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