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By hms Date: 2002 Nov 13 Comment on this Work [[2002.11.13.18.45.7197]] |
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These words I choose for you feel weak, and 'damning with faint praise'. I want to give them strength, these words-- so often undervalued, ridiculed-- these simple words: good sweet nice. Good, as firm and rounded in the hand as a just-picked apple. Offering resistance, yielding substance, flesh, flavor crunch and quench. Sweet as October air breathed in open-mouthed tasting the cold to come, the earthy freshness of crisp colors underfoot and dazzling blue above. Nice hovers, soft as your hand brushing--barely touching--my hair, this gentle tenderness arousing passion that I (ladylike) try at first to hide. Nice is sleeping in spoons, and waking in the same sweet place with you, so good, so sweet, so nice. |