Marcella Bolivar
Prompt #62 and Wordle #16
Ever taciturn,
Her lips denounce
The possibility between us
How capricious the light
In the presence of smoke
But the fire remains
Desperately auspicious
Her breath speaks of purity
And smells of exclusion
A subtle artifice her voice
Has no place in this world
Even less in my heart
Yet there it remains
A song intimated
But noiseless
She inhabits me
As a scofflaw
Furtive and castigating
She occupies me as resin
The very substance
Of a ravishing frisson
I know that we are destined
No matter how circuitous
The engagement
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On Wednesday early in the morning I am leaving for Göteborg. We are going to visit Liseberg (it’s an amusement park). I will be back late Friday. I will not have internet access so I won’t be posting during that time and possibly not on Saturday either. I will miss you guys!
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